a poem a day by A.J.Rao


We love nights and you want to know why
Because they are so bare bones !
Bare bones about everything and all things.

In nights they are bare bones about bones
Because the trees have no bones
And trees do not know it when erect dead.

In nights 2 we are bare bones about a wife
We saw in a TV news erect on
Husband’s shoulders not knowing  dead.

The nights are alive and erect on dead trees
That hardly know dead from us.
Wives are so dead and so bare bones about!


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