Promise Beyond its Expiration Date

Down river
three pelicans
glided above
the dry riverbed.

I threw seeds
into the sky
to plant
new stars.

The next county over
resurrected
the dunking chair
for witch trials.

I crushed obsidian
into powder
and made a paste
to repair the night.

To fly in my dreams
I slept
on a crow’s
fallen feather.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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