Make Messes

I adore messes.

Messes are:
1) The result of creativity
2) A reason to make creative excuses
3) An excuse to be creative
4)  Reminders to make space for creativity

Wait. Did I remember to mention the 'C' word?

No.

Not THAT 'C' word. THIS 'C' word:

C-R-E-A-T-E! 

Messes comes in all shapes, sizes, colors, and rhythms. What did you create with your mess today?

The Smell

The Christmas tree smells

Like the brick wall at the light rail stop

Near Pratt Street

The perfect place to write your name

Vertically without being seen

We thought the smell was

The Christmas greens wilting on the wall

Above the heat vent

We moved it to the perfect place

All the neighbors could see

We thought the smell was permeating,

carried in the warm gas wind,

Through the door

Perfect! We'll move the swag

To the curb with the Christmas mulch

The smell persists. I didn't go there.

Did you? We packed away Christmas

Under the stairs

We'll open the windows. The winter is perfect

To freeze our toes. We'll wear socks

The smell. THE SMELL!

Here's a Santa clothespin. Close your nose.

Up it goes

No perfect escape. Nowhere to go

We stare as the cat squats down