Magpie Monday

 

 


















  

  



Target Practice

your words make it hard

to see you, so deep

a cloud, dense

with verbs and nouns

darts and parts

of speech, thick like wind

pointed as glass shards

but maybe just a shell

defending soft places

they sail, they shoot

they drift out, a murmur

a whisper of far away

thoughts, mere hints of what

you mean for me to hear

--smh

 

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