****** Hornets
I have been feeling,
Of late ...
that the ****** Hornets have missed us by miles
And they are sure shot
Tangle with the most like daggers
Leaving an Unkindness of Ravens
Furrowed brow
(If they’d had any)
Over eyes
Narrowed in on outlines in chalk
But figments and scatter
Shadow people
Who stand and walk away
Under the cover of bold sun
It might just be okay.. ..
The newspaper green at its memory
When pages had fluttered from
Martyr
To
Martyr
Worst to worst
Might the best reman?
I feel of late it might have been
A narrow miss
An allegorical
Cause and escape
Whether the cage door pried?
Weather
It matters
The Sunshine be bold on backs
That once crawled and drew a curious flock
Un shadowing arms
That once held the hands of clocks
Aug 22, 2021
Aug 22, 2021 at 10:38 PM UTC
****** Hornets
I have been feeling,
Of late ...
that the ****** Hornets have missed us by miles
And they are sure shot
Tangle with the most like daggers
Leaving an Unkindness of Ravens
Furrowed brow
(If they’d had any)
Over eyes
Narrowed in on outlines in chalk
But figments and scatter
Shadow people
Who stand and walk away
Under the cover of bold sun
It might just be okay.. ..
The newspaper green at its memory
When pages had fluttered from
Martyr
To
Martyr
Worst to worst
Might the best reman?
I feel of late it might have been
A narrow miss
An allegorical
Cause and escape
Whether the cage door pried?
Weather
It matters
The Sunshine be bold on backs
That once crawled and drew a curious flock
Un shadowing arms
That once held the hands of clocks
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