Precarious

In early morning
Stillness
A train whistle
Split and traveled
Fast
Bending trees
And raking grass
The shockwave
Slammed
Straight into me
Shaking
Picture frames
And aging meat
From well placed
Hooks
Inside my brain

-me

Painting: Old Smokehouse by Druzhin Constantine

~ by April on March 27, 2022.

One Response to “Precarious”

  1. oh yes; I heard it

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