Little Green Wonder
A
red sun reflects off the blue water
And
watery grassy greens squint as woodsmoke in the gray of the skies drips
Down
the cheek of
I
don’t care if you’re getting up and doing it
Every
day, I won’t be
You
can keep that crushing weight for
Yourself
We’re
dancers in a dream, unfortunately
Not
healthers getting health ###
Mitchell
Flanagan
Mitchell Flanagan is an artist, writer, and musician. His poems
have appeared in the magazine The Chronogram in August of 2010 and December
2011. His work has previously appeared in Ariel Chart in April of 2020. He's
currently working on short stories, novels, and poetry books. He also writes
songs, plays bass, and sings with his band Cold Heaven. He lives and sleeps
occasionally in Newburgh, New York.
i sense the poetry today loses a certain sense of wonder. this poem brings that back in vogue. keep up the fine work.
ReplyDelete"We’re dancers in a dream," Yes, we are. Terrific poem.
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