From Writing Notebook 2021, published in 2022.
Flex and crack
a boiling eggshell
The silver pan rings The egg
knows it’s all over
in thin mauve gloves in
sharkskin suits and shantung skirts.
the wet blue sidewalk
ice and twist
slips you trips you go down hard.
Answers glide away.
4 thoughts on “Shadorma 375, 378, 379”
Do you remember about my children’s stuffed animals that they both still have? That first poem would have sent Humpty screaming. 🙂
I like the questions compared to ice in the third one. It makes me think of someone with dementia though.
Oh dear, don’t let Humpty see this, then!
The questions never are hidden but the answers are always lurking and hiding behind the potted fern….
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