Change

December 31, 2016 at 5:20 pm (Poems) (, )

If Earth’s mantle changed
maybe ever so slightly:
We would barely know.

If, minutes before
two thousand and seventeen,
she re-aligns us

so collective colours
drape about aching shoulders
and make us subtly strange,

It may work out that
less becomes our spirit well:
and we can be still.

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3 Comments

  1. cindy knoke said,

    Lovely! πŸ·πŸŽŠπŸŽˆπŸŽ‰πŸŽ†πŸ’ƒ

  2. nobodysreadingme said,

    Dunno how, but this slipped under my radar. πŸ™‚

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