3.01.2022

no one breathed that month

 



the sirens starting

sound like a loon 

a wail over the water

crying in the dark

cherries blast 

the birds anticipate winds

of change and

pain alone 

flowers are a burden

to be thrown musty and sick

ripped epitaphs

sorry for your loss 

soil soggy stuck in muck

thank you

from a muddy mouth


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