Household Songs: The Brief and Unremarkable Life of Joseph Clarence Strauss/VII (reblog)

This was written before I decided to turn the Strauss poems into a series.  It is now the sixth poem in the collection.


A chubby, bronzed thumb plucks
needless tears from
a flushed face, discarding them quickly onto
the ground.

Commanded to supper, he gallops
past muted white
bells as April’s fleeting sweetness runs down
his chin.

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