ASTROLOGER'S APPLESEED

Astrologer’s Appleseed

I’m innocent like an apple

My Astrologer said in his closing line

As his verdict rejected my heart

You’re too dragon

I’m more wolf

4-minute message

Listing 44 ways

Our planets don’t line up on the chart

Some ex’s moon, I’ve got it too

Says he’s burnt out

And we’re fated to end

These days he sees no desire to even start

This Karmic cycle

One summer’s swing

In this life I was a snake in his tree

Our Appleseed won’t make it to applecart

Sprite Night

You’re an ice-cold Sprite

On a starry summer night

A squeeze of citrus

In my homemade lemonade

You’re a flannel shirt

Scented pine and forest dirt

A soft evergreen

Signal not to be afraid

You’re a truthful word

Speaking skyward to the birds

Chanting prayers healing

Fractaled dharma deals manmade

Love your wholesome side

I praise the white in your eyes

But your pupils show

Scenes of shadow games you’ve played

You’re gravity sea

water dark infinity

Saltwater swallows

And I’m a silver mermaid

You’re a riptide crash

Waters dancing in a splash

My lighthouse drowns in

Your aquatic cascade fade

I’m a writing hand

Carving words into the sand

Your waves keep crashing

On my poetry parade

Now my Sprite’s gone flat

Shiny lemonade’s turned matte

Bright eyed muse dimmed black

You shun my sun from your shade

Kaylee Baucom lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, where she teaches English at The College of Southern Nevada.