Shoe Strung ContemplationsShoe Strung Contemplations12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It started getting cool at about 6:00.
A very clear sky with only a few intermittent and non-imposing clouds to be seen.
The spaces between carrying a creamy blue tone likening that of young wisteria.
The lightning bugs put on their play of lights as the floral sky tailored itself delightfully to a tired and retreating sun, a lullaby sung.
Here I am now amidst this loitering night
Thinking and pondering with all my might and strength
Trying with all of my being to figure out a way to invent a mosquito for mosquitoes.
Perhaps something that could carry around a small jar of insect repellant and could land itself on the mosquito, thereafter smearing the repellant on the back of the host mosquito's neck.
It pleases me to imagine their desperate attempts at fleeing the inescapable torture.
I walk in thought beside the curiously empty road, the sidewalk kindly accompanying me.
It does not share my enthusiasm for thought, nor my sorrow for my mother.
Rather, it passively and reassu