After writing this poem, I'm no longer depressed. Line Count: 15
|It is the smell of freshly mown grass
that calls up
echoes from my childhood.
like a cacophony of crows,
crash through the open all the windows of my mind
bringing both laughter and tears.
Tears for the wasted years
of worrying about the absurdity
of a hummingbird feeder
filled with corn for the squirrels
or the inability to clean the garage:
for wasted time with people
who would be happy to see me dead.
Prompt phrases: open all the windows, cacophony of crows, the smell of freshly mown grass, hummingbird feeder, corn for the squirrels, clean the garage