Why Can't I Do That?

Now they're translucent:

Blooming forsythia.

Rhododendrons wait.

















Some birds wait their turn;
And some birds just push right in.
(Sort of like people).

The storm wrecked mail box

Has not risen from the ground.

(It's almost Easter).

Collette bites her ass;

It seems so very easy.

Why can't I do that?

Long tunnel of trees

Arches above the warm road;

Two friends pass through it.

Bright dandelions

Bloom at the side of the road

With a thousand more.

Cascading down hill

Bleached pile of discarded wood:

Refuse waterfall.

As if by magic

Pale blue flower emerges

Surrounded by brown.