Poetry 2000-.....

How many times I have seen that littered wrapper stuck to the pavement. Had this thought about it.
 

  Mental Trash

 

There it lay,

                  run over,

                                in the road.

I must look

At sweet fate

Stuck to tar

 

Translucent

                    skin flutters

                                        in the breeze.

Ants gather

A happy

Eulogy

 

Apple pie,

                is no more,

                                   forgotten. 

 

    Ciera S. Louise c. March 22, 2005