Not every poem can be
a salamander brilliant tender
touching lightly on the salient
delphinium strident resonant
above the clamoring crowds
heartbound arrow flying
in formation fearless
toward the preordained
Some are sparrow meek
brown and gray subsisting on
the crumbs of long-departed
silent as paper beneficent
yet ineffective meandering
in drifts of thorny vines
shoulders stooped beneath
a burden self-assumed
of steadily-falling rain
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: MaxPixel
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