Back at the Day (3/2020)

Bashful bubbles bound to pop,
show the world just what they’ve got.

Dripping droplets dust the ground,
soak the earth with light they found.

I took a look at the day.

Shiny sunsets shed some skin,
leave the day a lasting grin.

Wishful weather walks alone,
crushes storms and steals the throne.

I took a look at the day.
Storms leave, it seems.
Sunsets will always enthrall me.
People swarm, buzzing inside,
stuck with themselves when they can’t find the hive.
Personally? I’m doin’ alright, finding my way.
Just looking back at the day.