A Call to Arms

rain hammering a slanted roof
a fat pascha on a blue silk poof
birds in flight, a moonlit night
I know but I can’t show the proof

Listen: olive trees aren’t green, they’re grey.
Descriptions are useless anyway
if you bend like a willow and hide ‘neath a pillow
intentionally ignoring the fray

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