Split threads
We split
threads,
break
punctuation on the lyre,
full
played, disarmed.
See shadows
dance for us,
A knowing
escape without pause
To slink
back inside the sun.
It’s a
motion plucked away,
Plastered
in the everglades,
Fragments
of dreams imploded.
A song
of happy circumstance
Drifting
out on brook waters,
Circling
odes, sweet reminisce.
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Vickie Johnstone, October 11, 2020
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