Sunday, February 10, 2019

~Subtle~


you ask
me why
I sit
crooked but
talk straight
so I
just get
drunk on
my chocolate
I hide
again

I think
it was Whitman
who said
something was
"subtle fire"

even though
I turn
away it
it still
burns in
me spinning,
falling into
this

there isn't
always a
reason why
birds and
sun sitting
in tandem

wind sashays
echoing against
nothing it's not
fair or
unfair it's
just a
secret in
the shadows

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

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