Tuesday, July 28, 2020

A tinge of red

in everything
that moves
toward
or from
some
call it
friction
some
sassy
fun
some
word
salad
some
are oblivious
poor dears
probably
have no
regard
for the finery
of wooden
spoons
nor
red
socks


1 comment:

  1. no one enters the contest--
    but I had it all stacked up
    square hands and round bites
    running and running through the dusty brawl
    like a wild cowgirl caught up in history
    lassoing what bucks the odds
    wrangling down the kicking fates
    Just one more try, I asked
    Just one more time
    before the sun goes down

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