On Writing

Poem 21 – break

break

A convergence of too many thoughts
Stutters the clutch so I brake [break]

Consider the white eyebrow I plucked
How it didn’t hurt when I yanked it out

Like it was waiting
To be chosen

Blue Sky reveals herself
Makes a statement of reclamation

This day belongs to us she exclaims
She is another kind of waiting   another choice

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