Beyond the Seen
There's a storm over there
just beyond an eyelid.
There will always be rumors,
but these wind-blown whispers
are in a death roll
twisting the sky this way and that.
'Fear me nots', do not bloom
this afternoon,
there are only dark flowers
their blossoming jaws
widening below the skyline.
We drink tea, dunk cookies,
ignore the tea leaves
stirring themselves
at the bottom
of trembling teacups.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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