land

by Mandy Gibson

that more or less unguarded moment

storms and sunshine equal hope

that pauses ever on the slope

of whispering and croak

for fireworks and dragonflies

scatterfire haze-gold skies

the phoenix rises, fear disguised

in every word she wrote

feeling flat, unentertaining

an insipid lack of motivation

well aware that limp complaining

is little more than cloak

in the bang and the clatter

of life and dreams and twitter

sits a weary wet-winged butterfly

with a fucking sore throat

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