orange & blue twilight morning
chipped grey paint on a rusted railing,
observe dew evaporating on pavement
contemplate morning glory choking backyard roses
(they exhaled heaven sent scents)
nothing special at all
a college student
a minimum wage worker
a self declared artist
your glass castles break
you shatter egos
sameness substituted for saneness
becoming a death wish by accident
double march to Armageddon's song
Where will you be when Ocean exalts wrath?
Who will stand in tsunami path
we altered nature unthinkingly
unleashing water's flame
melting frozen methane
from seabottom subterranean vents
can poetry bridge Acheron?
can spirit overcome ignorance?
can the Vancouver special save us all
with its assurance of stability and a better life?
or is it just a mask that hides strife
chipped paint on a rusted railing
morning glory choking roses
What is the sum of 7 and 9:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.