passing in, passing out
by Kitty Boots
I hate turnstiles and revolving doors
captured for a few seconds, it evokes fear
that I may not be able to escape, unlike the moon
who escapes the violet clouds and wanders over the sky
unrestrained by the tree limbs that seem to restrain his path
and he shows himself again against a flawless sky
the Scarlet Tanager at the bird bath
bathes, drinks, shakes water droplets off her wings
she'll be here for a short time. passing in, passing out
the people of Ukraine
blood-spattered, groping for safety, assurance
it's just the Russians, passing in, passing out
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Author's Note
Just my latest lament. I hate war, racism, bigotry and disregard for nature.
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Yes.
You are my hero!
True.
Thank you, Jenny.
Thank you, Dianne.
Thank you, Gary.
Thank you, Darryl. :)
Thank you, Erika.
Thank you Kitty!*
You're welcome, Tim. :)
One will hope, Kitty.
Thank you, David. I hope, too.
I like the effective bookend-motion of the opening and closing lines, Susan.
"turnstiles and revolving doors" and "passing in, passing out"
The presence of the bird in the middle is quite moving. This is a good piece. I like. *
Thank you, Sam.
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