You are void
And what am I
I am cicada katydid lacewing
I pour the waterfall
But it all disappears without
A burp
Not even a fingertip
Touched to the back of my hand
I rage
Again
Sleepless night
A dusting of snow
Falls without a sound
And the sky clears
Before I venture to
The bathroom in my loud house,
Covered over doorway yawning
Gaping soundless and hungry.
Thursday, September 16, 2021
A long time ago
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Poetry
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