a day at home awaiting
the keys I open
a full suitcase
worn yellow like autumn
in rain like colors
in a creek that returns
empty in the hours
of spring frogs at their business
footloose
in the poem
that leaves a poem
in the garden bed
a single maple leaf
calls during flight—
an opera we spin
in through the door
of this house
a photograph messages
through frames
like morse code
across an olden moon—
an unlocked window into
the future on the diagonal
where we will meet
the hunter somewhere
silent aiming
cutting down
the glass on the motorway
corrugated
like flamenco clouds
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This is a found poem that uses words from a recent "Top 10 Poetic Tweets" at Tweet Speak Poetry.
2 comments:
Nice images in this poem. Improved my life in the moment. Thank you.
Maureen, I love when I see a poem from you in my inbox. I had to come and say about this one: Happy Thanksgiving, my friend. Your voice is a gift to this tired world.
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