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?
Sarah D. Silvey 