Georgia Tell's Blog, page 31

Poem #514

hot day
heavy mind

Poem #513

how are you?
google it

Poem #512

eight
eight
eight

Poem #511

window to nowhere
there is no point
but we look nonetheless

Poem #510

[image error]the fog is clearing
a scrappy betta explores

Poem #509

[image error]to the ant on my keyboard:
yes, you may wander
among the plastic columns
scrounging for food
be free, little one
maybe you’ll find yourself
maybe another ant will find you
maybe you’ll find a mother lode
I believe in you, little ant

Poem #508

careen to the left
calmly sit down

Poem #507

[image error]black beetle crawls to me
crawls up my arm
and settles in
atop my head
tangled in my hair
we’re friends

Poem #506

[image error]never ending fan
crinkly plastic bag
stretched out
senses written down

Poem #505

in a dress
feeling powerful
feeling vulnerable
just driving
nonstop smiling