Poetry from The Well

Lunch Break

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Thundering

violent drills

ripped across the road

shaking my brain.

My heart beat

together with

the hammer.

Pink blossoms

unaffected

bid me to follow

their gaze to

the shy blue sky.

I’d trade these bones

for pliant leaves

that bend and sway

and don’t rattle.

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