tomorrow we will stare
tomorrow we will stare
loss in the face with one-
hundred-and-eighty-one
coats of fatigue, a mouthful
of twigs tinged with
grief, rootlets shaken
from comfort, three or four
wistful feathers, and a found
string. like birds, we have
increased our chances of
survival by camouflaging
our heavy hearts
.
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Another strong poetic bouquet of grief, splayed out fetchingly
with fresh imagery, and imaginative wordsmithing. I like this one.
thank you so much!! (smile) hope all’s well.