Okay, I have tried to CHIDE and chivvy myself into creativity. But alas, that only makes me DROOP and fumble. SADLY, I give up. I did want so BADLY to perform a verbal sleight of hand that would make these words hang together. Alas, it was not meant to be, not a single draft did I love MADLY.

Georg’ann

Like a FLOCK of seagulls,
pecking and squawking,
ever moving passengers
prepare to board, take flight.
All of us so ready to LEAVE.
Small children, burdened
with large backpacks,
each a colorful SNAIL.
Captivated by the outfits,
wide ranging feathers
demonstrate affinities, religion,
origins, social class. And weather!
Hermetically sealed in one climate
yet transversing the spectrum.
Here it’s frigid, there it’s BALMY.
Finally the single line chaos
of finding one’s place
after searching MADLY
for an overhead compartment.
Wings tucked carefully between
the armrests, we’re squeezed
in formation, headed for the sky.

Heather