03/05/24- written with my writing group.
Hollow ponds reflect the faded
Visage that is swept within, the mottled
Hair thrown on your head that spikes
Then lightly droops over itself. Walking here,
Rubber soles over the sedge, a place of the
Past trapped within this modern age;
Plastic linings, steel rebars and girders
Forced into cement. Your feat breaks this apart.
It is an ordeal of force, a softly spoken sledgehammer
Struggling against the waves. You are a sparrow.
A call to arms, a rallying cry, the feeling within
All of our lungs pushed into the stale air.
And still, you sing.
Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIMWTsj0hiA
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