Thursday, January 12, 2017

Poem - Bombs Away

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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