Poetry

A Day In June

I put my shoes on, I get my groove on
I listen to a smooth song
Across the street is an old lady cutting out coupons
UBI, baby. I told her the other day while walking past
She said, what is that
Look it up, I told her

I saw a skateboarder, he did a kickflip
On a porch was a young woman applying lipstick
I wonder where she’s going, I thought
You going on a date?, I asked
No. I just like looking good
Fair enough, I said.

Now I head to the forest, where I’ll be spending my day
I’m gonna soak in nature
And come up with new nomenclature

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