Thursday, March 22, 2018

This Inert Drama (Day 428)


This inert drama—
gentle 
winds freeze 
you in place, warm 
on the tender petals
of your eyelids, closed,
face tilted toward the sun.  
Still, from within, 
ancestors urge you now
to run 
from that resentment 
while it sleeps. 
Smart, wiry dogs 
rush to their owners, 
joy crackling underfoot 
like ice in April.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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