An Everywhere Poem: Over The Mole
sun rises.
tops the trees.
crow on a branch.
squirrel runs
the fence length,
cheeks full
of autumn.
rose buds yesterday.
opened today.
hard to know
if that’s pink
or peach.
I heard
there’s a boy,
ten, — perhaps
hanging
over the stream.
school children
found him —
from the footbridge
over the stream
that disappears
underground
not far from here.
the one
we locals call
the River Styx.
Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up.
Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.

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