#26 of 365 – “shadows of a social gathering”

“shadows of a social gathering”


nerves wrestle

and my mind folds

into an awkward



I meander

like I’m only stopping

through to some

other place



edges behind

the slow silence

of attrition




in the lines

on my face


I wilt

in the shadows

of my own



and wish

for just a

little bit more

social grace


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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