Sway

in Poetry

in lieu of something new
and with no imprint on the important
things that Spring flings through a
culture keyed to zero-sum up to and
including sharing a sunset with a subset
of fun friends who whom ho hum just so happen to be,
influencers

Final NaPoWriMo spring training knock off 2018

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.