#62 of 365 – “thirty pieces”

“thirty pieces”


gray skies

over a Monday

that has yet

to unfold


in a house

with too many heaters

that still

feels cold


I woke running

from dreams

about getting

too old



for secrets

that remain



climbing my life


to gain

a foothold


trying to earn

my thirty pieces

without selling

my soul


About Blackbird

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