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Out of a Cloud...

Posted to Action Poetry

out of a cloud
a plane flies
where no plane went in-
i stare at crows and ravens
thinking they are dead people
and there is a pecking order-
a tar river bank
silverware everywhere
i just walk from this scene-
a dog runs away from me-
a mom clutches her baby a bit tighter-
and my friend asks me to cut him
on the arm with his dull pocketknife---
i refuse.