accessory to the murals,
the portraits, & the
backgrounds of culture.
Flightless, Pitiless, still
chained to the ground,
its movement patterns that
of a serpent; guileless; guided.
Our own growing pains
mark writhing & pleading,
mark entrance & exits;
a flower shaking for the sky.
But never discount
the voracity of youth -
viscous as phlegm,
sticking to the throats of animals.
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shaking flowers and viscous phlegm texture the poem without pretention. really wonderful subject and imagery.
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