NEMESES – VII

Sitting
an old kitchen chair
orange yellow wood on
green dormant grass
under the warm waning sun.

Falling
leaves everywhere
orange yellow brown on
green dormant grass
under the blue brazen sky.

Crushing
as I as you
tense with worry
worms crawl
under the green dormant grass.

Arising
before dawn
from the warm bed stirring
thoughts scratch aimless
into the black air.

Listen!
depths of silence
unfamiliar nemeses
grab and throttle
realities clank and rub.

Stumbling
again our
take on
this profane sacred
continuum.

Heaving
the heavy conundrum
on our backs O
sack of
breathing bones!

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont. 11.6.20

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