The Mirrored Swing Poem by Michael Arthur

The Mirrored Swing



The cage
does it not abandon
us nor ribbons
unclothe limbs
Mocking bird still
willfully sits
strumming twenty-six
same ole same ole
jilted strings

Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: broken heart
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