19 january 2021
Unabated Rage
A poem
borrowed from the roses
sits today on my lips.
Crowded with pricks
at night, words move
around the flickering flames.
Thoughts.
They fly like sparrows
encircling the mind.
The sky falls. Import
of faceless assaults thickens. Red
poppies bloom in wheat fields.
White mushrooms,
come up in summer to complain
against the muted surrender of clouds.
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