Secret Ingredients
Chimes
a hot acrid wind
rattles the sand blasted bones
hanging from the trees
–
cool lemonade-
wind chimes ring
on the front porch
Depression
moving through aspic
living just outside of time
tired and alone
–
persistent rain-
a raven just
beyond the glass
Memorial
it’s far too simple-
these old men send the sons of
others to their deaths
–
a spring breeze-
the fog of war
swept out to sea
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