Popcorn

June 8th, Saturday

Maybe a cremee

Maybe some gusts of wind and

Together we bike

Trying to enjoy

A moment of earth and wind

Disrupted by bugs

June 7th, Friday

Red and black and white

Dress to remember the day

That is coming soon

Stories told while breath

Is held is like prison and

Never a good tale

Fifth grade in my school is when

one of the kindergartners is your

book buddy,

when we read to them every Friday morning,

and when we leave,

it's when we mourn

the loss of our little friend

my best friend

lives up the street from me

today is sunday

at one pm we'll meet up,

go chasing after the tantalizing jingle

that roams our neighborhood every weekend,

announcing cold sugary treats,

You, a byproduct of human existence, make place in a very many things, I’ve noticed, so here’s a very incomplete list.