Poems from Bubblybubbles202
The flower pedalsshaped like pinwheels bloom underthe blistering sun.
My cats
meow a song
of hunger and thirst while
we prepare meals for their routine
dry feast.
They run
back and forth between the kitchen...
I stay there, on the side of the road, just waiting. I wait for the time to pass. I don’t move or laugh.
I’m standing at a stop sign at...
The clock makes a ticking-tocking sound as the chair rocks on the ground.
Up the stairs the wind shifts between the walls, dividing all...
On the streets is where they stay.
The survival of the fittest was underway.
The kids walked to school every day. They passed by nice...