Every Little Bit

 I’d love nothing more than to impart a sampling

Of tantalizing verse to brighten up your soul

When it’s grayed with weariness… I truly would.

Unfortunately, I’m feeling bereft of any poetic

Sensibilities, today, so the most I can offer is this:

Close your eyes and picture sodden magnolias,

Silky and pale, lying upon a luxuriantly grassy bed.

A cool September breeze laps up their perfume

And bathes you as you laze away the afternoon,

Picking out shapes in the opaline clouds, above…

…does that do anything for you?

Road Trip

Road Trip

By Brandon Palzkill          

Miles come, miles go,

miles disappear

in a racing ripple of asphalt

beneath my revolving tires.

Love to watch the seasons change,

ten miles down the road;

love to meander

through a waving channel

of gold and auburn leaves

on a rosy autumn

afternoon;

love to watch the world turn

at seventy miles

per hour,

and see where I’m at

when the gas runs out.