severity calling 911 late at night

severity calling 911 late at night
daring the best of the worst
to stand aside from the drugged burst
of little gritty men ready to fight

snaked into his own fashion
rarity finds itself in a bind
tied to a cloud shadow lined
in settled man’s passion

rand me another morning new
where tambourines paces
down green hills running in races
for the one that finally flew

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-03-05 at 22:54

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
That last stanza paints an unforgettable image that is both.touching and beautiful.