After a memory is resurrected,
slow, slow...
Quick.
The breath is discordant and
morning’s eye is hostile.
Steps that trundle as
defeated trains
enter open aired markets.
DEFIANT!
Seemingly unsolicited
we burst
into our neighbors,
releasing the
acrimonious casings
of our closest
snakes.
Whether
disguised as a vulpine dove,
or concealed
by aching masks,
we are yoked in ire.
We are
sallow
with
luxurious
boredom.
See this ship,
It cannot bear
our landscape.
And so looking to smile,
and sit,
with day laborer's,
cooling swollen eyes
in
rainwater.
If looking
to learn,
but from the humble and rare exceptions,
may we take note.
Now
and
through this famine,
may
our foreheads
become
weathered and
calloused
from
obsequious bows,
on
unsentimental
ground.
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