Bombs
Away
O. Kris Widmer
While reading “A Crow Doesn’t Need a
Shadow – A Guide to Writing Poetry from Nature”
by Lorraine Ferra
The
neighbor’s Magnolia tree
flies
sorties in our air space,
strafing
our roof,
heaving
hard pods
as
hand grenades:
pins
pulled; delayed fuses;
until
my innocent steps should
detonate
them. BOOM!
There
go my ankles!
Where
is my rake?
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