Sunday Poems

I think I'll only post poems once a week. I think I'm really bad at this but hopefully I'll get better if I keep writing a lot.

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A tree,
slowly crossing six lanes
limbs aloft prepared to catch
tired drivers slowly nodding off
sober enough late night stragglers
highstrung sad minded folks
who can't deal with a tree
as It walks across the highway

--

I shook hands with a seaweed

it wanted to say hello

I grabbed its wrist

and it grabbed mine

and it would not let go

so I went on a shaking

with that new found friend of mine

though my eyes were stinging

from the waters salty brine

but I still gripped that seaweed

even as it drug me low

to feel the grip of something

while the ocean overflows