Today’s Short #Poem 207

~ ~ Today’s Short #Poem 207
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He has his little song
Being nice, being nice, spend my whole life being nice
it’s his affirmation
his wrestle with McEnroe-Rue Morgue-Leviathan
He senses a form of life who feel no pain
they’re at his door
his talk is air
his text is squiggles.
Somewhere else, miles away,
a sparrow hawk flies close
The pattern of winged air
on his face

Ashley Bovan


About Ashley Bovan

I work at Poetry & Photography
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