(somehow leaving out the trip to Urgent Care, the lost bicycle wheel, the dead car battery, the mangled sun shade, the flood … )
turned into an orange kite
the tent tangles in pinyon—
hello Motel 6
*
riding the single track
so easy to be nothing but
riding the single track
*
letting the crickets
choose a key, harmonizing
a lullaby to myself
*
that squawking bird
with its one note song—
still, it sings, it sings
Welcome back, Rosemerry. Hope things have settled down; the urgent care is healing thoroughly and well, the car battery is back up and humming, and everyone/everything is dried out from the flood.
Thank you for continuing to poem amid all the err… adventures. (If I’d known, I woulda got y’all a room at the Beaumont, so you coulda skipped the Motel 6 experience.)
sweet you … thank you. The flood was actually, ahem, raw sewage. geesh! What a trip! I am still laughing.
Oy for the trip to Urgent Care, and for the other mishaps and flood of issues … I hope the crickets and birds made up for some of it, in company if not in virtuoso singing … Welcome back (hopefully) to the comforts of home and quiet non-mono-tone-bird company … 😉
thank you friend … it was quite a trip! And dang if that bird and I didn’t just sing anyway … xo
🙂