Tiny Ode to a Premature Ventricle
-- after a line by W.C. Williams
I was born to be lonely:
Un-ripened
plum,
pulse on
sun spot, far
flung: one split
second
early.
Bay Window Update
Bunch of vibrant
anti-reticent black
crows
hanging out
on Front Street
like they own it.
Oh, they know
every love story
and / or winning
lottery number,
I can't prove it
but I know it.
Been extrapolating phlegm
at this window since dawn.
Humans mostly bore them.
In a flap, they’re moving on.
-- after a line by W.C. Williams
I was born to be lonely:
Un-ripened
plum,
pulse on
sun spot, far
flung: one split
second
early.
Bay Window Update
Bunch of vibrant
anti-reticent black
crows
hanging out
on Front Street
like they own it.
Oh, they know
every love story
and / or winning
lottery number,
I can't prove it
but I know it.
Been extrapolating phlegm
at this window since dawn.
Humans mostly bore them.
In a flap, they’re moving on.
Dennis Mahagin is the author of the poetry collection, "Grand Mal," published by Rebel Satori Press, and available on Amazon Dot Com: http://www.amazon.com/Grand-
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