All it takes is one

i like personifying weird s**t

the meteorologist has forecasted

a lonely day indeed.

the sun has no one but

a few old couples to shine on.

the clouds provide cover for

only the dirt and the worms,

who are ungrateful because

well, they're just worms.

the cars are parked,

the dogs are inside,

no clop clopping of

high heels are heard,

the trees are still

with no wind to exercise them,

and no one is smiling.

except for one boy

on his skateboard,

coursing his way through

the predicted depression,

grinning madly, as if to

simply spite it all.

as he passes by, the insects

and even the blades of grass

turn up to meet his shining face,

and they are changed forever.

Reviews

[Emily B]

oh, I was thinking of paul as I read this, knowing he would like these words and then I got to the reviews and he was already here

[paul]

brilliant opening... really brilliant stuff all the way

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. hey ... what's up ... long time ... but you're writing as brilliantly as ever ... some insanely amazing poetry i smell here ... aromatic writing ...