Beckoning

Sitting for a moment

On the curb to reflect

In the adjoining parking lot

Of the shopping strip of you name it

– Kroger, Goodwill, that Mexican joint –

Starbucks and Little Caesar’s the closest

 

I hear a wrestling

Perhaps just wind

Or a small creature

Of a tiny wooded area

I don’t know it just quite yet

But oh how my senses are now lit

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Clouds of War

Say I like coffee,
She loves it more.
I’ll brew a half pot,
Then she’s all pour.
I think we may agree
As liker, lover or hater,
We’re captivated by this:
The pour of liquid creamer,
Eliciting real strong emotions,
Like a change in the atmosphere
Or the dropping in overall pressure,
Like clouds of war, it’ll soon reappear.