Hour 7 prompt: Write a poem titled Season of the (fill in the blank). Write a poem that matches or interacts with the title.
Season of discordant qualia
We see what we want to see, don’t we?
The ridiculous, it seems, matters too
if it fits your world view
You might see the same thing as me
but where you see a cat
I see a tree
It all goes to hell
when the cat starts shedding its leaves
(27 June 2020)