The Smokes Of Burning Dirt

Posted on December 29, 2022 by chester maynes

It’s getting darker. The weight
of twilight is not a delight.
We abhor the smokes of burning
dirt, hitting our eyes. We feel tiny
knives, chopping our parts into
smaller pieces, shutting us colder
inside the antique refrigerator.

2022

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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