Poetry

Notebook

Nothing stirs

the trepidation

and anticipation

than the first page.

Each word

threatens to sully

the creamy leaf

like a muddy footprint

on a blanket of fresh snow.

 

 

Tweet

 

We cradle our phones

like baby birds

feeding them our

crumbs of attention

sustaining them

prodding them to life

so they chirrup and tweet

and warble broken tunes.

 

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