A Commuted Sentence

A Commuted Sentence short poem

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Gunshots in my breakfast
sirens swirling the rim of my coffee cup
with blue hypnotism

dressed for work and away
morning air statue still
dust of weeks on the candy colored cars

moon is full above the rug store
a police man guards the alley
cigarette stink worse than bus diesel

it’s the season of crows flying north at dawn
squabbling over greasy paper
flakes of live ash dropping on the street

ambitious spider has webbed a doorway
crane fly tugging until its leg comes off
falls to the sidewalk then still

a gift from my soul to the fly
careful lift the trembling body
drop it safely on a broad green leaf

sunrise polishing the eastern sky golden
a beautiful day is predicted
at least one of us will avoid death today

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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