For Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt: Magnet
I like to look up,
into the sky
with my eyes wide open
even if it is raining
Or pigeons are flying over head
desperately shedding feathers and poo.
I like to look down at
ruts in the road carved by cars and running water
and ice puddles
with cracked surfaces that remind me of aged skin
and gardens that have gone to seed patiently waiting for next Spring
I’m drawn to them all
like magnets to steel
like silly girls to pretty boys
who wear to much cologne.