sometimes in & then out of this world
we are dragged across another night
black wells roll thru eyes…trains
whizzing at 11 o'clock 1 o'clock
winds trace tree shadows over walls
on that white trapeze afraid to let go
afraid to drop to nightmares lodged
in corners shrunken wide-mouthed
cars creep down streets as first
weak light s t r e t c h e s over roofs
& the radio provides some likely song
there is no time to find what is lost
we march like tin soldiers in an
ungodly war with eyes slit at 6 o’clock
dry mouths, throats burning, dazed as
sirens screech pass another morning
warning of another day of quiet storms
Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in numorous literary magazines She has four Best of the Net nominations. Her latest titles are The Muse in Miniature and Love Poems for Michael both available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net.
Excellent poem.
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