Poetry Maybe #47: Birch and Clouds

poetry maybe #47; birch and clouds
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second-hand traveler 
 he could hide
behind clocks
 of birch
and clouds

damaging every love
letter and 
branch that bared
truthful violets

He appeared

on the trail
of loud roots 

wandering from protests
with line of 
scorched trees
 the traveler to be
honorable and accepted
but not popular

Poetry Maybe

“Just a small town girl – living in a lonely world.” Concert tickets are practically essential. Musicals are the key to life. I like movies, music,books, and corny jokes.


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