by Samantha Wright
The house is painting itself
with wild colors again. We are so happy.
We love everyone. Life is only fair and beautiful.
We drive along in a Buick Skylark, which hugs the
road, and also hogs the road. We lose track of time and end
up in Tupelo, where Elvis still lives with his mama.
Where honey drips from the trees like golden
moss. We eat jelly donuts and never get fat.
I lick my fingers and declare it all
very fine and good indeed.
About the Author
Samantha Wright lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband. Her poems have been featured by Moonstone Arts Center, Cathexis Northwest, Welter magazine, and other print and online publications. She is a graduate of Western Washington University.