CHICKEN LITTLE – II

 

Scratching
for worms
for words
for threads
for thoughts
chickens
cogent or not.

The hollow skies
dirty early March
but who’s counting
the sky’s the limit or maybe
no limit at all
to the shock to the awe
watching the sky fall.

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Montpelier, Vermont (3.5.24)

 

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