StartledA Poem by JRAh, poor little guy you woke this morning with such big dreams still weaving their way cotton through your head you filled your belly with cold grasses and you slurped from the dew free, nothing to weight your body from the air, your feet from the dirt; Startled, you started your run a moment too late maybe because dreams were still cotton in your head and someone impacted you they split you centrally, like a melon everything you’d held inside was turned out, open to the world. Now the delighted crows pick at your heart. © 2020 JR |
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Added on February 12, 2020 Last Updated on February 12, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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