bad girl
stole some bones
and feathers
to control
the weather;
to send the clouds
and the wind
to smell out
what her boyfriend
was doing.
Archive for July 5, 1992
Untitled Poem #-22
Posted: July 5, 1992 in PoetryTags: Bones, Clouds, Feather, Girl, Untitled, Wind
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I think of many things
that I want to say,
to scream, to sing, to shout,
with/to/for/at
all the people
who might stand around
and listen.
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