Curse

 

Fall sweeps

up the birch alley



provoking no one

in its utter see-through



Homeless coughs let loose

on the front porch



A pair of almost forgotten

rubber boots

left cracking

right outside indoors



The cat continues splitting his time

between hunting and cuddling;

an expert both ways



Flipping through an anatomy book

looking for pain

I realize how insane all sense of ”I”

and ”individuality” is,

inside a setting of porous bone

and stretching ligaments



Self-awareness is evolution's curse





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-02 at 10:27

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh how true!
I take exception at 'stretching ligaments' though... mine are not so much stretching as snapping!
Great poem.
Allen
2022-06-02