Steady rain beats down,
Spring sends green shoots from the ground.
My shoelace squishes.
In the small patch near his porch.
The kids hate eggplant.
Red bud trees?– purple!
In protest, point out the lie,
Violet fingers to the sky.
By JB Morris- Poems, Prose, and Possibilities- mostly about life, sometimes about God, with brief interludes concerning shoe addiction.
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