First the summons
to prove my worthy age —
carded! — to buy
rubber cement.
Ludicrous is good.
We need respite
from sanity
lest we be
weighted
with a surfeit of sense.
Second, key in ignition,
I stopped,
disbelieving my stowaway:
ladybug! blessed spring billboard!
It stretched
winged itself
and was gone
as though never there.
Bestowed by happenstance
a lighter heart.
April 12, 2015 at 5:55 am
Aah.
April 14, 2015 at 4:23 pm
Yes. You would understand.
April 14, 2015 at 3:24 pm
I love how poetry elevates the absurd and sublime “little” things that happen in daily life, encouraging us all to pay a little more attention. Wonderful as always, Maureen.
April 14, 2015 at 4:24 pm
Thanks. You are so right about how words can elevate — you have taught me well, Obi Wan.