Going for a run on my favorite trail
Going for a run on my favorite trail
An overabundance of kudzu wraps everything in a fluffy green blanket
Then the rain starts to fall.
I am surrounded by wildflowers
Their leaves and stems wetly reflecting the cloudy white sunlight.
How can I continue to be unhappy
When I am surrounded by wildflowers?
I stop to pick up burgers for dinner
The rain still cooling me through.
My waiter is an exceptionally beautiful kid
With clear skin, fearless blue eyes,
And a cowlick in his hair.
At the table next to me, three girls launch into a few bars of song
Then break down into laughter.
Through the thick soup of conversation
One voice isolates itself.
It is saying,
“Pull my finger.”
How can I continue to be unhappy
When I am surrounded by cheeseburgers?
Fresh Hell 
Ha fun nice one
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Every word was true. It’s not my fault the poem got so silly, blame the crowd 😁
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What a great Fun Run, .. and I’m cooking burgers tonight
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Mmm! I hope they made you as happy as they made me 😀
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They were fun burgers xx
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I felt your angst. You make it raw and tangible to me. I was even shocked — surprised and awed — by your emotive word choices, Sarah. I write this in tears, tears I shed in solidarity with you and your naked portrayal of the human condition.
Beyond charming. Uplifting.
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Haha, thank you Paul. It’s nice to know that at least one person out there gets the horrible undertones of my cheeseburger poem!
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You can trust me Sarah, to see beneath the surface — of everything!
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Subscribing to comments. Don’t mind me. I’m just Paul’s little robot.
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I just want to know did someone pull that finger – and what happened then?!
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I DON’T KNOW! It’s a mystery! He melted back into the other voices. We’ll never know whose finger was pulled. We’ll never know the consequences. We’ll never know the greater truth behind this man’s actions. We have no choice but to accept what we don’t know and move forward…
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Oh dear. So many never knows ….
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Oh, I know what happens when somebody says, “Pull my finger!” Trust me, not pleasant. Funny sometimes–but never pleasant! as with all of your work that I’ve read so far, I love this. Sarah, when you write, I can see and hear and feel all you describe! Your writing is amazing, exceptional even.
Thank you for this gem today!
Mona 🙃
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You’re the cutest! I love your writing too, you have a great flair for storytelling. It’s rare to find a kindred happy, silly spirit!
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Cheeseburger poem!! 😀 I liked that you put a photo with this one.
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Yeah, I don’t take enough photos. I can use the WordPress stock ones but they always have a sort of… clinicalized artsy-fartsyness that doesn’t suit me.
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This is a wonderful poem. Reblogging to sister site “Timeless Wisdoms”
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Thank you Ana! I’m humbled and honored ^_^
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😊
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Thank you for the repost!
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