San Diego Momma
Sharing some humor, a bit of writing and way too much information
Birds leave shadows
on the grass
where a blanket is drawn
Close by, clouds skitter
Blacking out
The wings
It’s like this
On the ground
Where light and dark intermix
A speckled mosaic
Of wondering and cursing
Not sure what it should be
What should it be
A shadow, a bird
And must both fly away?
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[…] Poems especially. The rawness and the sensibility and the unbounded emotion. The images. The detail, the non-detail, the enigma, the obtuse, the possibility of interpretation. Or not. Just let the stanzas wash over you. I like that too. […]
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Nice…