i am in a calm garden picture
stretched out
in
the
shade & flies
& simple sounds are somehow doom
its
all
turned inside out
~
over the fence neighbours voices
are
muttering unintelligible
&
a child somewhere
whines
lazy & unremarkable
then a jetplane miracle
keys gods skyblue fender - ha !
its
rumble is late & theatrical
is
a
harbinger ?
its toxic legacy is legible
~
the
rustle of a dirty pigeons wings
segues
into
the
soft siren of a dove - this is peace i decide
the
peace
before
EndTimes
of
itanks & mad weather / bodies flying like skittles
~
lets
string
this
peace
along i decide - i must stay stretched out
in
the
shade & flies
like that king who fought the tide
from www.theminiaturespage.com
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