Grounded

In the calm coolness of early evening

Just before the storm

We sat together on the porch

You reading the paper

Me staring at the stars just beginning to emerge

“Shall we converse?” you asked.

“What about?”

“Oh I don’t know, the stars, the moon, the chill in the air,

the state of the nation, politics, religion, strange Irishmen grounding planes, the upcoming storm,

I know…football?”

“hmmm…I don’t know,” I said finishing my coffee, tossing my hair, “I’m sick of talk,  action is what’s needed…

 After all we’re the country that gave kangaroos’ wings.”

For dverse poets call and response prompt   I wrote this rather quickly, possibly after watching way too much news of the day! 🙂

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8 thoughts on “Grounded

  1. ha nice..i like how the scene unfolds…believe it or not..i could almost smell the upcoming rain…love to sit outside just before a storm…the mood..the tension..you captured the two of them vividly..

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