Adriana.K.Maxwell
Look out at the world at all the complexities and possibilities, at the red finch couple that made me start feeding the birds and the red-wing blackbird that thinks he owns my balcony now.
Shell shattered on the floor, far from the sea, remnants of salt, sand, and memories. Nobody remembers what vacation it came from and she sweeps it off the kitchen floor and takes out the trash.
Washing the dishes always became a shipwreck for me, the lady spoons and the fork men, and the brave knife knights set upon by an engulfing monster emerging from the sea of bubbles.
I examined the coin I found in the parking lot, a whole quarter with a national park on one side. I wasn't spending this one. My coin collection pales in front of my rock collection but my ADHD has made me a squirrel in more ways than the stereotype and part of that is collecting interesting things just because I like them or might be able to use them later. I was meant to be a gatherer. I slip the quarter in my lucky cat bank.
Helicopter seeds swirling their way down to a Michigan lawn, a handful, still green, snatched from the tree and put in my purse until they became dust in a foreign country
The bull waits in the rain, nose rubbed gold by the little girl who visits, unafraid of the lowered horns and the pawing hooves, protecting him from the hero with the sword.
Zero, nothing rolling in, an egg of possibilities, there is nothing here yet, I am keeping space for you, the smallest making others more powerful simply by standing behind them
The thread twisted into knots, tangled into the rest of the sewing box, needles, pins, and good intentions.
Fox goes twisting through the wheatfield, color of a young boy's laughter
Float away, lazy river, sun falling warm on my shoulders, don't look up, just watch the glint shifting on small ripples, dreaming of fish twisting themselves through the depths
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