Glimpses (No ‘Wheatfield With Crows’)

by on October 14, 2022 :: 0 comments

Those Shadows are Quiet
-ly Mad today…
and there is
an Owl Shriek
about to happen
I asked her for the time
and she wept
“Sorry, young man…
I was lost in thought
… counting back
lonely years
like snagged tree rings.”
“You’re Beautiful”
I replied
“The Universe has
misjudged and dealt
you wrong… please,
accept their Apologies.”
Our sad smiles Clashed
before I turned away
‘Clever Words’…
break Hearts not fix them.

editors note:

With no mean intent, sometimes our mean attempts are meaningless. – mh clay

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