Shawn L. Bird

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poem- suspicious April 3, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:26 pm
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Somebody is messing around

sprinkling snow on the ground in April!

Too late for the fool. There should be rules about this!

We’re stuck inside, forgetting to wash, dress, or sleep.

Dealing with stress by baking and crafting, making new courses.

Things are seriously off-track, keeping distance with my hacking coughs,

but then outside the window, the final straw: snow.

That’s it.

This is shit.


6 Responses to “poem- suspicious”

  1. Melody J Haislip Says:

    You have my heartfelt sympathy. In the end, it’s the little things that break us.

  2. Robert Says:

    You have turned it on it’s head, connecting to many, thank you.

  3. It’s a difficult situation, I agree.
    Losing track of time…

    • Today my husband was asking about my work schedule tomorrow. I told him tomorrow is Sunday. He was very confused before he finally said, “Oh! You’re right! I was thinking this weekend went really fast!” It might be the first time in 3 weeks I’ve known the day of the week and he hasn’t.

  4. Devon Brock Says:

    Ha ha, yes. Had an ice storm yesterday. I know the feeling. Stay well and safe.


  5. lol

    The ‘last straw’ is real!

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