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Drift

My rage is a dandelion seed head
scattering to the wind;
I can't catch every piece.

Though, sometimes, one may float
into my palm, and I examine it to find
that the spiky, soft hairs
of the fury drifter
make no sense to me.


Nathan A. Brock 2021
TyrannicalWorm
Written by TyrannicalWorm (Nathan A. Brock)
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