I’m not used to living in a place where it’s still 95 degrees Fahrenheit in October. I’m ready for fall weather, especially the crisp sweater-worthy mornings. Though at the same time, I’m still hoping it doesn’t come just yet because I’m still living out of my suitcase. All I have are the same seven summer shirts I’ve been wearing since June. (Somebody save me.)
Some days, I still enjoy living in the American South. Other days I hate it. I enjoy my jobs, which is a wonderful change, but the bug population here is nuts. That and the buildings here are hideous, and recycling is basically nonexistent.
Moving back to the States after living in Europe for the past four years has been an adjustment for sure. As my mom put it, my family may be American by birth, but we’re European at heart. It may take some time to settle in. But I’m not quite there. Not yet.
the way the light shines
on the water at sunrise
birds herald the day
she dance, the way she
steps—back—forward—back with those
green legs she sways, here
don’t. move. when she lands
on your collar, take her out
of doors, say goodbye
hits me like a wave—
would that only the salt is
making me cough hard
Let’s chat! What did you think of the poems? What’s one unique trait you like about where you live?
Similar poems: Fireflies; Concrete Forest, Paper Meadows; and Haiku Collection: Sibling Trio
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