the snap of the wind
like wings in the air
sunrise like a bindi
in the swirling city
the poems thinning
with use and age
how trees tremble
with each breath
why desire runs
direct as locusts
returning to me
in folds of fear
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Note: It was already an introspective, introverted day. Then I saw Tamir Rice's photo in a commemorative piece... our world doesn't make sense.
2 comments:
I like the bindi image and the ending.
For some reason, it reminds me of this Robin Holcomb song, especially the stanza that starts "Remember the light."
https://www.stlyrics.com/songs/r/robinholcomb70374/waltz2718608.html
Oooh--really enjoyed the song! Thanks, Steph!
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