black blur on red bricks
this spring day
heats up like summer
and you and your kin
warm yourselves
and scatter yourselves
i have seen more
of your brethren
in one year of heat
than in a lifetime of
cooler years
and i wonder
if this a new age
of dinosaurs
these ones will be tiny
and won’t fly
and won’t have feathers
they will have scales
and eat insects
and inherit the earth
and i hope
they are kinder to the bees
——
It’s National Poetry Writing Month!
Day 5
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