The drunken clown
breaks his leg as he’s
singing and dancing,
and the bird in the
room sputters, boxed
in, disoriented, as the
brother outside has
his trained ear to the
ground, listening for
their disturbed mother’s
angry mob, coming to
reclaim her lost home.
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: November 23rd, 2025 03:43
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Comments1
I love the compartmentalization of a thought in each stanza linked together like cars of a train all connected form the poem. Very creative.
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