The Sun’s Up Again 

And the world keeps turning 
and the sky keeps squawking 
and I swear you 

just keep talking

while the geese fly by 
like little white lies. 

Catch one for me, 
and wring its neck. 
 
I dare you. 

::
In November, we poem.

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2 Responses to

  1. neil reid says:

    I like poems with attitude (mostly:).

  2. Shawna says:

    “and I swear you

    just keep talking”

    I love that white space and pause! What effective pacing and control. You are SO good at this — controlling how a poem is read, dictating the rhythm. Fantastic. I’m always amazed at how skilled you are at this.

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