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| Brett Sayles |
Two Different Versions
Why is it always so beautiful,
the day after?
Soft, dreamy blue skies,
wispy clouds that linger,
but do not cover the sun,
long grass greener than something
perfected in the Emerald City?
Why is it always so ugly,
the day after?
Harsh azure overhead
that burns the eyes,
grass that feels like sharp glass on bare feet,
clouds that look like they
could choke you with their coils.
People passing by with happy demeanors
that give you hope that one day you will again
be one of them,
if just given time.
People passing by with smiles and laughter
that seems arrogant and mocking.
Do they not know
what has happened to you?
AC-DC, high and low,
I’m okay, I’m not okay,
I’m okay, I’m not okay,
I’m okay,
I’m not okay.
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| Linda Imbler |
Linda Imbler is the author of eleven paperback poetry collections and four e-book collections (Soma Publishing). This writer lives in Wichita, Kansas, with her husband, Mike the Luthier, and an ever-growing family of gorgeous guitars. Learn more at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com.
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