A Rush of False Bravado
Feeling a rush of false bravado
though uninvited
I pitched a tent deep in your mind
there were many beautiful things
but the price was a menacing beast.
There were ruby throated hummers
meadow and flower surrounded by streams
but always just behind was the tapping hooves
of that menacing beast
I was enchanted -thought of staying forever
but the perils were a little to much
pulling up stakes-leaving your mind
just as I'd entered, in a false bravado rush.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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