Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

River

right out of the cocoon, a metamorphosis tucked in your loft
pesky winds, softened sorrows, redundant jaunts, chain-reactions

you flow without knowing if predestined or not, but the seed’s sown
as a slap in your face, a spiral in viral marketing

you press the hidden button in the mind, but
dams trap rivers searching for escape routes

you wonder which hits the hardest: traffic, Judases on the way,
a dead infant, the sick child, or your rage crushing the dam

yet, at journey’s end, all shall drift away like bubbles of soap
in fragments of a dream to vanish on waking in your empty bed

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Prompt: Journey