pitching forward

I have taken a wordle from one that briarcat made from her own poems. Those words are different than what I normally use and I like that.

I can hear the hummingbirds

while I toss the salad

I expect the girls to arrive at any time

seasons have gone

predictable we weren't ever

what kind of celebrations I expect now

when I bolted out last time we met

yet I would like to make amends

to pitch forward like a rocket

I try to save the smoking sizzlers

wishing to break something

my glasses sit foolishly on my nose

wounds don't show on the surface

"in mathematics, two negatives do make a positive"