A ____ bulging plastic zipper bag
The looming
……………….. amalgamation
of heavy clouds
about to b u r s t
above
me like a stormy
s_l__o___s____h of
burning soup
spouting through a
heat born
(hole)
in the thinning sack
____”re”_
___”b___l”__
___”m____l”__
No"U_______a”_
survives the frying pan
thrice a raven’s egg could
r
o
l
l
………….down the sidewalk
past my refrigerator door
the only
tolerable commentary
would arrive →← squarely
on my front porch
within minutes of
the shredded evening post
flying off the sandman’s
three-tined salad fork
Headline:
Egg crossed just to establish
__________ line in the sand
Cast the irons
into the
^^blazing^^ fires^^
let them dance along
with the spatulas and
corn as it pops and
~~~flies~~~
across the
inky night sky
a three-ringed
killdeer
in disguise
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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