Thursday, March 28, 2019

Pareidolia

There are bears
In those woods
Who have zebra stripes
And hid behind daffodils
Wearing pretty sundresses.
This river is an ocean
Where all the shiny fish
Have scorpion tails
And firm handshakes,
And wear fine suits
Made of newspaper clippings from
A time
I
can’t
quite
remember.
Those clouds;
They gossip like
Crickets in the grass
Babushkas tight around their ears
Repeating every word
From my twenties
To any hungry deer
That will listen.

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