poem – Page 10 – Thistle Thoughts

Mary-Louise

You’re a sandstorm

I ask the sky many questions
and the wind nods back

into a psychedelic pasture

no need to worry,
we’ve all got enough
on our plates

3 Tricube Poems

Clues, alibis, and motives start to
infect everything

I wanted to wake up,
but I’m a glutton
for seeing how things
turn out

I think of my muses,
my inspirations,
the best ones
who weathered
their own tribulations

this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days

I am ready to talk about quarantine.