Friday, April 16, 2021

Fear II

Half April and it’s summer-hot.
Dry wind sucks moisture from the earth
fans rising flames.

Somehow it doesn’t disperse the smoke
from starbursts of hot lead.

Somehow it doesn’t stir the shadow
of the thin blue noose that hangs above.

Somehow it doesn’t feed the starving lungs of the dead.

Books Available
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

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