By Dave Bonta on July 15, 2024
you were the lions of empire captured in local granite
you cling to your perches as tightly as the shells
that gave birth to cicadas those one-hit wonders
cultured in the dark like wheels of cheese
you travel sitting down or sleeping in compartments
raised on air quotes you lift an eyebrow to the breeze
if a cocktail or paving stone can become ordnance
the sky's the limit to what feathered lead might fall
a rampant weather fit to exterminate vermin
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