Migration Patterns of Leos

Twice each year,

we migrate.

As a child my parents drove

from Mexico to Michigan every spring,

then back in fall.

Dirt roads, blacktop,

Nesbitt's orange

and Stroh's Bohemian for dad.

"Again? For fuck's sake," says my sig other, encouragingly.

Sig Other is sober, stable,

uncomplaining.

I gift him this shared happiness

and kindly drive.

______

for Sunday Muse #128 and Flash 55.

Never

Never been sinful.
Never been kissed.
Just violets and daisies
in my little fist.

Never been angry.
Never been rude.
Never been flippant.
Got that, dude?

Always been quiet,
devoted, demure.
Always been pious,
patient and pure.

Never been sorry
cos I never been wrong.
Understand that,
and we'll get along.
_______

for Sunday Muse # 86.