mariarosa poetry

“…lady bug and bug lady and lady love and love bug ladies…”

what a day

the train conductor complimented my hair

and john checked in with care.

gabe brought hash browns, a pair

and erica had popcorn to share.

gifted homemade strawberry stickered

i flickered and snickered

while rafael and i bickered

~ my heart tickered ~

as i rode home fonder,

i began to ponder

the human contact,

knick knacked,

thoughtful packed and love tracked

morning

~ so adorning ~

i end the night

in a warmth of delight

with these moments on replay

all cuddled in bed, i lay and say

oh, how wonderful to know i almost forgot ~

someone stole my bike today

new ride

i saw my shadow for the first time today

since i last saw them, the 24th of may

i giggled and i wiggled

my way through

a wind guided hullabaloo.

for 30 minutes,

my heart bits

flit a knit kit

of butterflies

holding strings and ties

to my feet

as i took a seat

on my new ride

+ oh my goodness ~ she glides

+ shines a purple shine

the kind that makes me proud to call her mine

because when the sun hugged us together

on the first day of warm weather

i saw my shadow again

not like back then

but i saw them

two legs, two wheels

my heart squeals

and expands

i can cruise again (no hands)

as i let go of being sad

with losing what i had

i’ll look down at our outline

+ be reminded of an old friend of mine

old friend

i talked to the moon

+ listened to that sweet tune

with thoughts of u +

her + her + him + u and

u and us

plus

tomorrow will come

and 10 am will go

and i’ll share what u need to know

because before you leave

i must unweave my

worries n hurries of

maybe never seeing u

again, old friend