After The Porridge


after the porridge

I get to thinking about the day

how the humidity from last night

seems to linger in the air

even though the thunderstorm is long gone

I hear a few birds chattering

probably happy with the added bit of warmth

blanketing the wintry crispness of mornings past

it feels like spring no matter what the calendar says

it blatantly lies in black and white

and the picture of the turtle underwater

seems to agree with me

it’s warm enough to swim

especially if you own a carapace

or have blue blood running through your veins

the clock strikes nine and I’m reminded

of all the things I’d planned to do today

after the porridge



Copyright August 2017



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