Short Poems O – Z

POWER’S OUT

Darkened stoplights
Allow exercise
Of innate politeness
As one after another
Lets the other
Go before.

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SMELLS

Drizzled on blossoms
Steaming fragrance to the air,
Cloying as your voice.

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SOUNDS OF NO SILENCE

Trucks, weed-whackers, lawn-mowers
Are what I hear
On this island with no real roads
And acres of wild sanctuary.

Machine excretion nauseates
As the sound of metallic bees
Follows me.

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USA Today

Ubiquitous U-
S-A Today rustles, dog-
Eared, stained, in soft rain.