Tchotchke Stewing Softly by the Heat of the Sun

.
The imp
-ortance of being
earnest. A chicken,
when the car won’t go.
Chicago
in the dead
of winter.

The origin of the species
of a mermaid pirate gypsy
rebel heart. The start
of several novels
I will never finish.

(Play me the song of 17
blackbirds strung low
on a gray wire.)

The triangulation of square
pegs cast rainside-down
under a weeping willow.

A shard of looking
glass, the powdered dust
of indigo chalk. A remnant
of quiet
cat’s cradle string,
unraveled
and unnerved.

In the beginning
was
…….the
……word.

 

 

..
prompted by Quickly. Check out her awesome prompt.
(my last line is John 1:1, from the Bible)

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