April 27.
The hummingbirds are thirsty now
My brother’s dahlias light up
like a party at night it’s time
to release the dragon kite
across the frozen artichoke
field my brother and I see
entities from other dimensions
we thought the earth was rising
up and cracked like an elder
woman’s hands how could
you not be open to all that
light my brother is Bruce
Willis fighting crime in Los
Angeles he knows the broken
heart of the world his sugar
dog prances and sings among
the dahlias demanding that we
not stand still as the light
streams blue and wild here
in Arcadia
5 Comments:
The way each of your April poems has been so exactly its own, unique in flavor and form, has struck me.
❤️❤️❤️
Ps that’s me, Rebecca sheesh
dragon kite
across the frozen artichoke
field my heart breaks for bruce willis
the broken heart of the world, can it ever be mended. i have loved your April poems.
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