Saturday, May 28, 2016

Angelica Fuse- Two Poems

Midnight Clock

now is the time
for fading
allowing myself
to join vines
running up the wall
out onto the yard

I make
my mad dash
for the darkened
tree line

never to be caught
in snares again.

What I Am Like

he tells me
I am like a flower
in a field
a precious blooming daisy

what he doesn’t
is how this
flower feels
the fertilizer
he heaps on.

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