This was for a contest that said to make ordinary...
ode to straws...

Easter Poem
walking down the sidewalk...

When you stop and stand there
at the joining of the two roads...

A single seed of doubt
one word cried in my ear...

Orange makes
juice that freshly opens...

Peachy keen, what a joke
I'm not giggly, I'm not gonna lie...

What is it
that makes him beautiful one day...

The wind holds the power
to carry the lowest soul...

Quest!
to find...

Red makes
a single rose...

Red lions roaring on his shield
courage of the king painted...

Red
petals...