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)