Last Night, On Your Porch
I carry what you cannot
over the hill
and lay me down
sweet morning
I am not a weapon
for you to do with
as you please
a lot can happen
in an hour
even in the wind
something is bending
there were days
I went rogue
and under dressed
the place where
they kept dangerous
things tied to trees
I said a prayer there
even though my throat
released only air
and my body
it seemed
disowned me
I dug for whatever
might be left
carried it in me
as far and as long
as I could.
They Were Flying Higher than the Rest of Us…So We Shot Them Down -- Lonac
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