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Wind Cuts Three Ways

March 13, 2019
By FlightOfPiscine PLATINUM, Plano, Texas
FlightOfPiscine PLATINUM, Plano, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"Irony [is] the song of a prisoner who's come to love his cage" - David Foster Wallace


A baby's toy

Floating in the branches of a bare frost-bitten oak

Lime greens and cyan bright pinks atop a gray smoke

Tears of a mother and some sorry old bloke

Outlined against the frost-bitten, cobalt greens

Where cold wind intersects itself and

stops

to pick up a flower

 

And goes tumbling between branches

screaming along a creek, soft burbles rushing by

enough force to blast Orpheus into the sky

Twigs don't flutter to the ground, they slam

Echoes of dead indented leaves

Wind cuts like a knife and so does loss

and so does not knowing



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