Cut grass and ozone lifting off the asphalt
Floods the mind with memories
Each distinct with different feelings
With so many at once I sit, from reeling
Too many to separate them all
Words, thoughts, feelings and images
All together rolling down towards the puddle
Laughing, crying and stunned, most befuddled
I can’t imagine all this trouble
Trying to sort through all this rubble
Each pointing their fingers, finding fault
From the scent of cut grass and ozone lifting off the asphalt
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 