Who's in the Rearview Mirror
Ms. Haiku
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Trees standing in a row beside a house
sway slightly in a light breeze; stand back up.
Trees bend slightly in a strong rain; stand back up.
Branches broken during a thunderstorm
are sawed for firewood then forgotten.
Struck by lightning a tree falls on the house.
Those tears were not of pain. Tears my brother
cried silently; his face red and wet, his
shirt blue and gold. I stared scared and useless.
It was then I knew that what he deserved
was not violence. That Saturday at
breakfast in the same room as a straw cross.
You left a map to your place, big brother,
when you left without a backward glance.
sway slightly in a light breeze; stand back up.
Trees bend slightly in a strong rain; stand back up.
Branches broken during a thunderstorm
are sawed for firewood then forgotten.
Struck by lightning a tree falls on the house.
Those tears were not of pain. Tears my brother
cried silently; his face red and wet, his
shirt blue and gold. I stared scared and useless.
It was then I knew that what he deserved
was not violence. That Saturday at
breakfast in the same room as a straw cross.
You left a map to your place, big brother,
when you left without a backward glance.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
If you don't submit poetry for Trading Stories with the Leaves. I'll have to submit this which was inspired by Rearview Mirror. It's almost 3 years old! C'mon poets, show me up. PLEASE
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I'll send you a draft of that article I've been writing, before Friday, by the way!