Napowrimo day 4

by larapayne

Getting started a bit late, but here is my first poem for national poetry writing month.

Seize

It is easier to rush when rain
when sun, whichever is the least
common. Laundry suns, the garden
waits. Hunger comes in many guises.
Mine is simpler, these days. Feel wicked
washing an out of season plum
in late March. In the meantime,
the strawberry plants raise up
their stalks and open white flowers
beckoning each flying thing
to pollenate sweetness.
Impatient, we count
to calm our desire.

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