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Not My Season

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

Belle Du Jovan



The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

Informed Through Pain

All Too Clearly Now

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

TONIGHT

The Factory of Resentments

Expect Yourself

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

One Which Brings Me Unending Release

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

I Write This To Remember

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

This Snake

What Could a Death Meet-Up Have To Offer?

Where The Dead Don't Mind...

Canis Latrans

I Wish God Had Better Magic

For Another Mean New Sun.

THE POCKET DOOR

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A New Clear



***********

the skies are cleared
birds can see their way
to distant destinations
no longer schnuffling along
coughing on pollution
its a whole clean new life
without human interference
people pestilence
nor petulance
--they can hope

river salmon run faster
momentarily unimpeded by the temptation
of a dancing lure
they brave the surface
unafraid and sure
only worrying about bears and birds

moutains rise majestic
knowing confidently now
they are seen
for 100 miles or more
what is a spectable for
but to be noticed

the clouds gather around
the regular kind
and not the smoky ones usually found
in huge cities
the sort who seed themselves with real rain
and who pour it down upon the quieted earth
again and again

its all a sort of quieting calm
an unnatural rebirth
but will humans recognize the worth
in this all
now that they're preoccupied
and resettled back into town
where they're all sheltered and tamped down

could they finally know
what its been like for the rest of the
natural world
under seige and
under human rule?

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:16 4/12/2020 TIME/DATE STAMPED
(WRITTEN WHILE DOING 4 LOADS OF LAUNDER---ALL OF MY BED LINENES
WITH A HOMEMADE MASK ON)
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...

BE SAFE, BE WELL, TREASURE THIS EARTH AND ONE ANOTHER





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