weapon of choice

a new month begin, a new death again,

another friend gone

again again again.

and that bastard hurry, he begin to push me.

hurry, he say, the rain is drying on the dogwood leaves

hurry, the puddles are fading and the sky is gray

hurry, the honeysuckle too early here will soon be gone

hurry the words to tell their story.

but slow down, she push back.

slow down, she whisper all soft and slow, the rain is drying on the dogwood leaves

slow down, the puddles are fading and the sky is the color of the mockingbird's song

slow down, the honeysuckle be all early morning blooms and sweetness

slow down the words to tell their story,

spread them across your toast with sunday breakfast,

sprinkle them with cinnamon,

then toss the crumbs to the day and the robins

and wait for their song on the new month breeze.

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day 1 of NaPoWriMo, national poetry writing month.

a poem a day.