ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON

cemented boot prints

between the cracks

of a sidewalk,

your cock is stuck

in the back

of my head

scaring scattering

all my poems away,

like a blackbird

plunging for the crust

of a golden crest wren.

The Other Side of the Door                                               © Murielle Cyr

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About Murielle Cyr

Writer, organic gardener, soapmaker, listener.
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