Today's Poetry needs a Spark - March 21, 2022

no bird has flown

up to my ear

and sang a tune

nor have I spoken

to a funny-looking dog

and the wind hasn’t

pirouetted for me

any of which

could have mumbled

a single virgin sound

one hot coal to light

my crumpled paper trail

of dead ends

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