Friday, March 11, 2022

And so it’s snowing.

Rains coming and going.

Like feelings keep showing,

This process is loathing,

Words as I’m rowing,

Boatloads of dope things,

But where are we going?

Just show me what’s watering,

My thoughts to what write things…

Same energy from snowfall?

Rhyming so I show off?

Main Character don’t act all,

Surprised when they stare stalled,

Like deers they’ll stand tall awed.

So float off and row ‘cross…

Their Rivers by tall lofts,

Cities of their posh,

I’m snow off,

Byeee,

Gosh.

-Budd