Unassuming Almost Sonnet, Spring 2020
Sam Rasnake
The asparagus fern on the porch post
explains what the wind is saying
There is never one Ozymandias
There are shadows And I should
know it by now Shadows that
never leave the path They rise
Miserable fists pumping the air
They follow They point They poke
murmur murmur murmur They
blot out the way home and I’m
lost again But I’ve made up my
mind keeps telling me walk walk
walk There is a bed There’s a roof
in the cold rain There is a table
and words to keep me full
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