NaPoWriMo 2017 Week 3

21
the smell of hot dogs
transports my mind
to summertime

20
craigslist meet
just how many red jeeps
frequent the teahouse?

19
neighbor mowing his lawn
refuses to look
at mine

18
smell of rain
gradually the day darkens
as the clouds roll in


17
high-pitched squeak
dry branches
scratch the fenceline

16
not yet used to
the annual spring cacaphony
of red-winged blackbirds

15
hot spring day
shaggy horses
sweaty in the sun