A swallow collapsed mid flight.
Its autopilot landed it safely on a branch.
The day I thought fire rained from the sky
it was snow caught in the sunset beyond the clouds.
The dead apple tree becomes a host to animals
that prefer to eat old rot over crisp promise.
In the emoji parade I was the eggplant.
It did nothing to improve my dating status.
All the protests I birthed in thought but never made
visit my deathbed and ask Why not?
The swallow recovered itself, but walked home.
The neighborhood cat thought it a trap.
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