
A Little Brouhaha
All about me, they lean,
dahlias the size of dinner plates.
It’s a feast of decanted pink
smacked sidewise, and
strong armed in a breeze.
The air twists on scents
of fermenting apples, wasps
behaving like angry drunks,
and all their unhinged buzzing
is a premonition of autumn.
Written for dVerse “Transitions” and RDP “Brouhaha” (in reference to angry, buzzing wasps) and Fandango’s “Breeze” Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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