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Bite the apple, Swallow the worm

by Jennifer L Banks

I crave something different.
I’m feeling very disaffected and disenchanted.
I see a very different light lately.
Soft winds of change and I bend, unafraid.
Footsteps in the sand, say nothing.
I should paint you in black acrylic.
Your tap shoes have rusted in the rain.
Since the curtain fell
I see all the cracks in the ice.
I locked the door.
Smoke and mirrors.
Bleed monkey bleed.


Author's Note: Just trying something different for myself.

Posted on 01/13/2006
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

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