Black and Red All Over
She’d enunciate with fingers.
Deft language in deafness lingers
on blackboard.
Darkening reflection of smoke,
Wing’d knowledge of their names, baroque.
Bright blackbirds
smack against the Springtime phantoms.
Where’s the curious young bantams?
Forc’d blackout!
Uninspired for many days past,
a latent snack of sun-harrass’d
blackberries.
Must teens wait til they’re twenty-one?
The shut-ins, in digitized stun,
play blackjack?
5/3/2020
Compounding The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
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