![]() wood wing queen's saladA Poem by albeeWho are you… Who are you who came knocking in the dusk? I see black. Are you a raven come knocking? No. The space you take does not equalize. Your cap, is it red like the sunset distance? Or sitting firm on a worm’s eye view or is it a spring of moisture, dirt, and red landscape that colors your scarlet scalp? Is it a gray beard or belly I see heave with chatter before the strike of your needle? Test before the tongue plunge into softened pulp. I see patience, method and precision, separating stripping the marrow from the tree house hive a salad of wood, wings, and a queen’s hope. © 2020 albeeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 29, 2020 Last Updated on October 29, 2020 Authoralbeeseattle, WAAboutI started out as a middle child, in the middle of that fat century, in the mid west of this obese country, when little league baseball caps were bunched up like peaked military hats. Finding myself on.. more..Writing
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