Independence Day Stay Dance: ImproVerse Free Verse
Solo sycamore leaves catch the hot afternoon breeze and spin in joyous pinwheels on Independence Day, as if to say: “Welcome home, boy. We’re glad you’ve come. Don’t Roam. Stay.”
Solo sycamore leaves catch the hot afternoon breeze and spin in joyous pinwheels on Independence Day, as if to say: “Welcome home, boy. We’re glad you’ve come. Don’t Roam. Stay.”
I emersed me in/ woods, hoping to stop dying./ I must bathe more oft.
Hi, my deep-rooted/ woods friends. I’m sad I’ve not been/ near. I’ll tread barefoot.
Folks look at my yard/ and see lots of grass to mow./ They miss wildflowers.
When planting gardens, / you shouldn’t confuse okra/ pods with Orca pods.
I used to take time to ground, to create, to think, to revel in nature. It wasn’t until I taught others how and why to do it that I realized: I’d stopped. Creativity is life, and I’d let myself die. No more.
There is no silence/ out here in nature, nor would/ I want there to be
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