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pickled

pickled

© 2018 punkie

 

pickled

spying eyes
behind the lines
watch and wait
for perfect times
to step out and
impose their will
on dancing partners
in the mill.

often when you
look to find
ill intent and
broken minds
sure enough,
there they are:
to pickle quick
in mason jars.

© 2018 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.

even in prison there’s space between the bars

see the me that’s me

 

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