Day 146 – Shots

Warning shots, parting shots,
distress signals and SOS flares-
we do too much talking with guns
to call it a poem when it’s just noise.

I want to throw my gun in the sea
and then all my words be spoken
(if trembling) with lips and teeth
and poetry the flowers floating
along the water.

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