the birds exercise their right
to be silent today
avoiding the feeders
and the yard in general
like an apocalypse
en media res
and i didn’t get the memo
the sky is so blue
what kind of blue
what word to replace blue
such a simple set of four letters
but none of the synonyms appeal
it’s blue blue blue
it’s clean-clear, almost white
it’s blue like a transparent
layer of skin that can be peeled back
revealing a host of sword-wielding angels
but are there any other kind?
even angels of mercy carry scalpels
in their tongues
and their words cut away the dead weight
the dying weight
paring you down so that you can fly
like them with hollow bones
you have the right to remain–
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do I smell a whiff of political smoke?
there might be a fire burning there…
Maybe you would submit this to I AM NOT A SILENT POET? You can find the group on FB.
I’ll check it out. Thanks!
I’m the admin, so you get in for free. 😉
Thanks! I should just post it to the group?
You can, or email it to the address at the top of the page. Goodnight.
Thanks again. I posted.
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