Black turnstones, I think.
Ok, well, you cannot see the door. Still, I am submitting this to Thursday doors, shot through a door into a bunny nest box. It has been sunny and summer for two days but today it is raining and chilly again. I want to be transported to….
….a portal with warm soft bunnies….
Is it raining fish? Wait, what? Why?
For the Daily Prompt: Imaginary.
the road is wet in the morning
northwest normal and I stop
loading the car because the rainbow
of gasoline is spread slick on the asphalt
I think this is gasoline not oil
from the size and color of the slick
I take a picture with my phone
the rainbow against the grey blue in the low light is beautiful
Is this from one car at the stop sign
or is it leaking from the street itself
as it appears and if so, what does that mean?
I comfort myself that it is not from my cars
What is happening to our environment?
where is this from? This is no doubt human
activity creating this slick. If I dropped a match
on my street would it burn in the rain?
I still want to lie on the street in the rain
sometimes tear my clothes and weep oceans howl
for love for loss for grief. If I did it here
I might be more flammable: ignition achieved
I already posted this photograph a week ago…. but then, a poem was published on everything2.com with this title. The title and the photograph kept rattling around in my head until I wrote a poem as well. There are four poems now with that title here: regarding rain, ocean and asphalt.
From night and water and the moon rise, to day and the plains and rain. I took this from a train a few years ago, going from Edmonds to Chicago and back.
Walking around in Portland, Oregon, last weekend in the early morning.