PHYSICS

Agony changes streets

No word

Not sorry or loose words or closed doors

Papa fat over mars

Mama feeds pink heirlooms / spring

Shoulders rub minds in separate cubicles

& that’s ok / maybe

It’s physics           missing heel on pavement / & hello

/ Shoes rubber these streets

Pound / hear the ground groan between heats

They catch these streets

& stay

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BALLAD OF RONA

How’s a war started / unless

We started this catastrophe / so we’ll finish

Water gun primed to go / twenty seconds protect & live

Water gun melody a                pillow-tree

Birds in plume settle scores outdoors / universe streaming beak & butt

Mothers don apron of hope coming home

Universe melody a                pillow-tree

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Poetry (c) Adura Ojo
Photo by Random Sky on Unsplash (modified)