bumblebea

I dig a hole into the ground

To get to my old height

So maybe all my childhood friends

Would speak in more than just short texts

Before I knew they talked behind my back

I gather rocks and stones

The best part about summer

Is the nothingness of it

Lying on a blanket in your back yard

A book on your chest

And iced tea in a mason jar

The best part about summer is the Fourth of July

Write a fiction or non-fiction story in poetry or prose about the lifetime of an accessory, (a bracelet, watch, favorite pair of shoes, anything you wear every day) from when you get it to the time you must throw it away through this object's eyes

To be a poet is not to write poems.  

No. 

Most anyone can do that. 

Most anyone has done that, 

for school, maybe. 

To be a poet is to see a tree  

stop.

stop running.

stop worrying.

stop everything.

drop. 

drop to the ground.

drop your possessions.

drop everything.

roll.

roll anyway from the fire.

roll away from your fears.

2:15

This sun is mostly full, though there is a slight nibble out the side

2:30

A bigger bite, almost Pacman shaped

3:00

Looks like a crescent moon, but it's actually the opposite