The Newly Established Line
The sky skates down
and offers gifts
to those who hang
beneath its eve
Blink and the outside
enters in,
with knocking heart
and heavy breathing
The pulsing in the
temples,
gray and believing
each and every evening
Drops of sweat
can be counted on and on
like carpenter ants
on parade...
It is the blade that sinks
in the puckered skin and
causes the man behind the mask
to grow a grin
To twice betray
his grade,
as soldiers march
outside again
Lying in the grass
something whispers past,
the prevailing wind
of a living thing
Haunting the halls
of inspirations
advancing now
in orderly formation.
©
7/18/21
Bunny &
Mavia Villaire
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