Chicken Bake

One more hen 
whose head was lost 
has been saved
from a cocky mess
she’d still love to lay.

A feeble act
of morning resistance
to three parts 
perfectly played
by only a pail 
of indigo
paint.  Still sealed.  
Water-based.

It was not 
written 
to be enough -

all of which I have had.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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June 3, 2019 at 5:24 AM
You, Phillip, have written such marvelous things, my mind is shutting down. Because she cannot take much more today. She will bring me back for more reading tomorrow.
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