Saturday, October 10, 2015

POEM: "Past the pot-holes"

"Past the pot-holes"

Past the pot-holes
and the hot dust
all advice is bias

an empty cicada shell
is halfway down
a cormorant's throat

a gathering of memories
on the riverbank
noise like you don't believe

the magicians produce
jars of time and laughter     
there is no tomorrow

© 2015 Rob Schackne

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