Jackson

The air is sweet with ions’
        misty kisses
But I must fight the lions
        and do the dishes 😦

you can’t rhyme kisses       with dishes

The air suggests a poem,
        its misty wishes
But I must tend my phone
        and do the dishes 😦

you can’t rhyme        poem with phone!

The air’s a kiss of ions’
        misty wishes …

a piece of free advice: go walking
                                             sans device.

i dare you! ghost the lions
        leave the dishes

First distributed by the Poetry Machine at Palmerston North City Library