Monday, August 29, 2022

Poem for a Cobra

Pangs of duty

rivers of sadness

streaming down her face

the dark shadows hung around

like a sweater in a closet

Harboring criminals in her heart

Basking in the tender refuge

she provides

The slow drawn

horseless carriage

the fountain pen

the fountain

The vampire and the cobra

The drummer and the damned

The dancer

spinning

kissing danger

just to flirt

with 

hope.





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