And So, I Play the Harmonica
I bought a harmonica,
It only cost five-ish dollars.
I don’t even know how to play.
But I like the sound it makes.
I’ve realized I may have started
A rubber duck collection.
I actually only have two.
I seem to always choose to wear my Crocs
On the rainiest days.
I also spent an hour learning to
Make paper cranes.
And another two spent on making
Paper crane mobiles.
I paint pictures.
I hate raisins.
They do not correlate.
I tried writing about love
And turns out I can’t.
I’m not hurt about it.
My memory sucks,
But that just means I can learn things twice
And still be amazed.
I write my thoughts down before I go to bed
So I can re-read my sleep-deprived rambles,
This is one of them,
And have a good laugh.
I like 6 AM sunrises
And late summer cookouts.
Tiger lilies are my favorite flowers
Because of a story called “Freckle Juice”
And I liked the way the freckles in the story
Matched the ones across my friend’s nose.
I think I’ll always have a soft spot for
Penguins and ducks.
I’m scared of birds.
And I think there’s something
About those almost-late-to-work drives
Because I always leave my house when
I know for a fact I won’t make it on time.
My sister bought me red Converse
And a chicken egg holder.
I collect mugs to hold my colored pencils
And journals that stay empty because
They're too beautiful to write in.
And I sit there
And blow unknown notes into my toy harmonica,
That only cost five-ish dollars,
The one I don’t know how to play,
And I think that, yeah,
This kind of makes me happy.