Difficult Broad

In reading enough news
distant versus the near
face against backside
an initial question tumbling
downhill picks up a dozen
more and in that moment
of connecting perspective
a brighter story emerges.

In that moment of exit
from warm kitchen to abrupt
outer space where moons
circulate their own storms
through vacuum of splashing
alienation, whose cognition?
How many minds out there
are shining on my sundial?

Oh aren’t we the colorful
crowd the generation of free
will and freedom of speech
concerning our vigilance
at protecting the free world
from the scratching shadowy
desires of the dark hordes
for a little bit of it.


About mrsorenson

NOT my president
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2 Responses to Difficult Broad

  1. Sadah says:

    Great piece.

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