April 4 by The Running Son
Sins of the Monarch
Once bunker’d down embattled chrysalises
Baby rattles. Residual placenta-channel dreams
through unraveling seams until colors are right.
There are others.
A hail pebble incursion, a fetal rain from mothers
into porridge, knitting meals, and excising oil
into fitting cylindrical storage.
by Jim Aldrich (:
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