Purse
Woman
Strolling
Current
As cement
Crushes
My ears
On
One side
Spells
Madness
But
Heart
Strings
The whole
Sequence
Clangs
Melody
In
The invisible
Spray
Of molecules
Broken
Into
By past
Challenges
The dust
Triumphs
The other
Ear
Blends
To hear
The bland
Trumpets
Muting
Desire
Choirs
Of nothing
Choirs
Of everything
Simple
Pastures
Riding
Ponies
Of light
Hooves
Of your febrile
Tangents
To smash
Tonight
The other ear
Will drop
Drop
Drop
Into silent
Vestibules
© 2021 Julie Flanders
April is Poetry Month Day 28
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