Squishy

Today is squishy.

Not wet and sloppy...

Quaggy, maybe, 

But not blooty or sticky.

A day to savor my recliner,

In the main room

Of a bouncy house,

And to snack on the crisp, cold air

Of an uncertain Spring.

In the shivery last touch

Of a Keweenaw Winter.

Mick McKellar

May 2025