A Green Leaf On Grey Cloth

Harless Uthnorth    (Guest Poet)

A Green Leaf On Grey Cloth

I see all the plates crashing

stubborn daggers dragging

at the social occasion you

prefer to call your lives

and your loves, Mon Dieu!

I shiver to reflect on the

unintended paths and their

outcomes falling like Pachinko

balls in the random parlor of

bright lights and distracted

wisdom,

But green words on the grey

cloth  of having to write always

rips me into forcibly putting my

ink to the cut on the bull’s neck,

boxer’s eye, because, simply,

they need someone to see and

tell others…because theirs  is

where the truth lies.