Waiting for the Sky to Fall


There’s a murmur
-ation among the stars
that has us wondering
how ebony can it all get
and how much chalk
is it gonna take
to change
all this slate
to something
that makes sense?

I’ll hold
the net.

Prompted by Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge, day 22






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