Friday, June 27, 2025
Monday, June 23, 2025
an open mouth ripe with violence
screams for beauty
yet wind still fingers the canopy of trees
crows still murder and mock
flies still lay their eggs in the possums corpse
the rain lily still shows it’s wondrous burgundy heart
only for a teasing glance
and is gone
and on this glorious morning
i watch the world devour itself
with that open mouth
ripe with violence
screaming for a beauty
beyond all understanding
NH
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