Series 2
Inspired by Mending Wall by Robert Frost
There is a space in between that doesn’t separate
As the distance grows, perforated holes
Expose in clarity, what’s there to see
To those with bowls of charity
They come to bring with their basket swings
Ears listening for rumors to eat
So they can leave and start regurgitating;
Rinse their mouths and then repeat
For the birds have chicks they need to feed.
That’s why their feet never meet relief
The wind may sweep back around
Brooms may fly above the ground
Until a house can be found
Take your shoes off when you come inside
Don’t leave it behind when the clock starts to chime
The phone reminds you of the time
Pull down the blinds refresh your mind
See the going ons that happens behind
Seats so strong that backs recline
Retreat to our phones to past the time
A feast has grown it was appetized
From a pigment to malignant it has to die
There’s a remanent who isn’t mesmerized
A sentence not written but vocalize
Oral traditions are on track to die
Memory is missing it’s on the decline
Look down to see the shine if you want to find
About the Creator
By_Macalifornia
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