windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: napowrimo

sore

despite this winningstreak, tears on the baseball field.dusty afternoon.

spectators

early spring, a good day for sports–fruit flies gathered ’round a skillful spider.

monkey’s fist

resentment nurtured to the realm of art, though dazzling, doesn’t fail to choke the heart

birthday kiss

your family tree is neither straight nor tall the branches twist and sideways reach but the roots go deep, through sewer and hidden seam impervious to rot

laugh lines

it’s not the spring sun that cracks the trees’ bark, but the new growth from within