Monday, January 13, 2020

From Picture to Page: To Reckon

I hope this will be my last "down-the-road" shot for a while. Something on the insane weather this weekend. One of the few times I've started a poem with a hashtag.

To Reckon

January in

sunblind on
clear streets.

This is something
you haven't earned.

Hat, coat, gloves
left at home.

Wind doesn't tear
down your ears.

Something knows
this moment stolen

and will come
to take it back.

You won't
be warned

about what
you should know.

stealing lambs
from lions

brings back
the wild.

Winds blow,
never telling

which carries

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