Your Anger

Why must you wave both fists of lead in the air?

All the bits of bone have been thrown into thunder.

I’m just a bird deep in a grove, with tiny gold feet.

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(IN A BONE DEEP)

in a bone deep
cleansing
truths surfaced

crashed
between waves
cliff

challenging
views
more would

wash
from within
down

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As Bones

Driftwood, bleached bone white.
Branches stark against the sand.
Gnarled fingers reach.

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