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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