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On the Verge
by Alison McKenzieA somber mourning dove
Sings the Sun
Onto the horizon,
The desert resting in pause
Before its first breath of the day.
The coyotes have tabled
Their issues for another night,
The roosters arriving late
In a vain attempt
To have their votes tallied.
I can’t sleep,
The weight of reality
Cloaked upon thin shoulders
And a heart on the verge
Of collapse. 04/08/2015 Posted on 04/08/2015
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/09/15 at 03:38 PM Alison, you take us on quite the scenic route. there is wild life expressed here, from the sun hovering in the sky to the coyotes settled on the ground and all would seem peaceful and content, save the heart is made restless in the breach. |
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