Front page pick on my poem today.

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Pellets of White Poison

desire broken as egg shells on the front porch singing
yard birds picking at bugs brown grass matted now
escape placed at my feet a plow in my hands rusting
hear the dreary mundane crackling under soles worn
wind and sun soaked brittle how the field mouse scurries
at the owls cry a screeching wire double barbed bracelet
the only accessory granted turning acres of dry misery
into pellets of white poison growing into cracked boards
and skin baked golden grey the bald cypress no shade



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