A poem

Black as a match head
Vigilante as applesauce

A wink in the thunder
A thud on the daisies

An illumination
Flipped
On its side

Some poems find their way onto the sale rack
At the thrift store

Others for the piracy of sadness

Some the dusk
Gridlocked between trees

Taking up a yelping defiance
In the defense of joy

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