Sunday, July 4, 2021

Zoo: Poem 07/04/2021

Gateway

Refractions on bald legs blur
my sense of propriety. We parked near
federal turf, swerved into libertine bramble, 
"I prefer self flagellation to limp
affirmation."

Perhaps I've placed the mirror too
close to the sun. Lo, how the morning
appears closer than harvest, I've
never split sides like this. 

Something has been lost.



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