#365daysofpoetry Days 42 to 46
This will have to do
For Day forty-two.
And I thought to myself,
Flowers rushing towards the forest
As if wanting to be part of it
I wondered then,
What lies beneath this canopy
That even flowers clamor to see?
Aaachoo!
Oh, shoots!
Damn this runny nose
No verse nor prose
Just a few zzzzzzs
Just a few zzzzzzs
For Day 44 that breezed.
No Mass for me
This Ash Wednesday
Just a glimpse of a church
And a silent prayer.
The square is empty
Yet it is not
What do you see?
Do you see them too?
Are they soldiers on guard, or
Winter solstice worshippers?
No, no! I see dancers
Gaily dancing on Mardi Gras.
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