poem – Thistle Thoughts

I Often Have Nostalgia For Things That Never Happened

tonight i learned about the dead boy
who filmed my old stomping ground

“Trying to Catch Dust in a Windstorm”

some cords desire to be bound
tighter, some anchors prevent
us from floating too far away

I’m being as patient as possible

There was medicine just lying around,

In the pink plastic pail
at the end
of the driveway,
stones and acorns
soak, sky reflections
swirl.

what is broken
are systems

30 word poetry prompt

Poem published in an anthology

Cunning raven,
sing for me