going thirty miles per hour on I-80
watching the shadow
of the seagull
change lanes ahead of me
/ / /
This poem is my first posting of a small stone as part of a river of stones.
I've been away for the long holiday weekend, and was busy in the days before that preparing food for me to eat over those days away from home. It's one of the prices I have to pay being vegan in a non-vegan world.
I hope to try to catch up, but there are some prompts that I just may not get to. I already have two prompts from We Write Poems and The Sunday Whirl that I hope to get to, but I make no promises.