Sunday, May 14, 2017

Unstoppable (Day 116)



Cicada husks 
obscured the walkway 
an exoskeletal patina 
pecan-dark and crunchy 

Howling she stomped out 
the pointless icons 
unstoppable as 
a howling December flood 

Behind mullioned windows 
the family's lesser matron 
pausing in the middle of her tea 
pronounced:

Hoarding words in a notebook 
is not the same as preparing 
for an inevitable future


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six