My life up in smoke

bag on grass
play with band of friends
with bare feet
on beach stones
push each other in water
laughing all the while

why did I
grow up, reflect on
the answer
the phone rings
my agent is back on line
I light up a smoke

In response to The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 312

Unmasked…

the mask drops
on her face I see
scorn; hits me
brutally
she felt the need to humor
when she wants to flee

saved by skin
of teeth, the storm had
been brewing
her digs were
getting frequent – cream I used
the poet I was

In response to The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 308

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