I liked this poem, John. Especially the line, 'nature's children domesticated by being wild in the time and place allowed." Although the last four lines ring in my head too. ;) Silver
This is the rat race that I have tried to avoid. I have failed by any standard. Thanks for reminding me of the mundane. Great write.
Any poem that makes us feal is a good one.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Thanks for the review :)!!
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Any poem that makes us feal is a good one.