REGRETS TOO LATE

 

Cat 5 hurricane

Storming up the Atlantic

While pathetically plastic

Greenhouses held by

5/16^th inch rope

Bravely face their fate

Why does my money

Get spent on romantically

Stupid wampum and structures?

If I found fifty thousand

I’d spend it on bricks

Spend it on strongest metals

Build a safe fortress

But year after year

I forget the fear

And then when danger visits

I blame it on autism

I’m too disordered, I say

To know what to do today

So I exist on wild swamps

Of regret yet also

Mysterious excitement…

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGES:  flamingo garden 9-8-23 & south greenhouse with ginger