The Discontents of Time
4/17/2021 We never know where we are on the 17th



I’m in rushed and lazy mind today. Everything sticks with a short, electric snap.
Today’s poem and then, maybe a nap or the murder mystery equivalent;-)
After Image and Other 2 Word Visions
Con/Jur/d 4/17/2021
Old growth,
shagged bark,
occupied hollow,
feral hedge,
explodes yellow,
entwines green,
accents white.
Shadows boil,
leaves flail.
Shriek & squeak,
branch shudders,
quiet thumping.
Smell rain,
taste iron,
feel clouds,
breath shortens.
Something moves!
Hurry home,
after scene.
Enjoy a lazy Saturday y’all. Much Love,
Con/Jur/d