Bust
no time for dress or thought
not even hold on a second
as our portal of sanctuary
came crashing to the ground
an integral part of the process
of being extracted
down the street past our home
past the icy sustained glare
of neighbors I crept for this scene
so surreal in its power
sent a message to those
inclined to protest or pursue
get back-get back-stay back
our dog howled under the moonlight
then stared in silence at me
and that bowling ball that somehow
found its way to the kitchen sink
stoically did the same
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2018
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