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Jun 2020
as the goose feathers
in my pillow,
hanging as a weeping willow.

I’m down
as last night’s pelting rain.
Spinning in circles
as a weathervane.

I’m down
as George Floyd.
Pinned by this world
But able to strike.
This hand is a snake
It can bite.
sandra wyllie
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