Sunday, July 31, 2022

something else


I know I don't need this 
poem at the end of the day
go ahead, tell me, I'll listen

frown/yawn/warn at this 
sorry summary of the day 
go ahead, tell me, I'll listen

say I should forget all this 
as I look away... every day
go ahead, tell me, I'll listen

hush-shout me, for you have
a wounded song of your own
go ahead... tell me... I'll listen



Pic: Fiesta Monarca at Casa de Rosada. Nu and his friends are on sitting on the grass f a r a w a y from the dancers.
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3 comments:

StephLove said...

I like the twist in the last stanza

8:34 AM AST
Gillian said...

Is it a festival for butterflies?

10:58 AM AST
maya said...

Thank you, StephLove.

Gillian--Yes, for the Monarchs.

7:05 AM AST

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