beach day

The way you sit on my desk
So quietly and polite
You’re much obliged

The way you whisper in my ear
You always were the most private
Yet you share it all with me

Most people overlook you

If there was one thing inedible I could taste, it would probably be Tide Pods. You know, the little plastic packages containing laundry detergent.

As I stand atop the Ark
I wonder Why

Why does the Sun rise?
Why does it set?

And while I hear the sounds
of elephant families trumpeting

And while I watch the gnus
sprinting through the watering hole

It all