windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

rain-taste

crooked as it is what is it that keeps the spine as straight as it is?

e-flat

windy as this night ain’t no tellin’ who is there hot, oh man, it’s hot

nature

humans: we’re the rock- breakers. let’s own it, keep it simple, stick to it.

new neighbors

silverfish. fresh paint jobs. young folks walking out at night, relaxed. bright streetlights. palm trees, high-end cars and strollers. questions: where are the artists moving?

proud dadú

face-plant off of bench ends in perfect tuck and roll “i meant to do that!”