Bug bites upon bug bites
Queen of the Swarm
Glacier National Park
Where the trees huddle close
I have bathed in rose petals and
it has attracted
mosquitoes.
Firebird swoops low over the waterline and scans his environment.
Swooning, he dips into the surface skim
and rushes to deliver important cargo to those who need it.
On the way to Banff
white butterflies
splatter against
the windshield.
A metaphor for life?
Heading back home after
2 weeks on the road.
when traveling is your happy place
you can feel the pressure
returning with every mile
the closer you get to the city.
The way the smog curls
around a pinked horizon
reminds me of every single
reason it is so damn
difficult to be alive.
BTS
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