MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

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farmer winces, turns, arises
limps to chores at dawn
abed is not an option
when rooted to the earth


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a smudge of dawn hints at
granite mountain shrouded in tears
of mist over weeping falls
of cascading sorrow

a streak of opalescence backlights
a dove alighting on the hawk’s
abandoned nest to survey
its kingdom of devastation