Friday, September 1, 2017


                     America, USA


your buttons splay
rising like antlers of gazelle
your coat dark
like shadow land of jungle

your buttons epitomize furtive deer
your club   impact of a summer without rain

one stone alone
in the land of stones
offers you shade

one shadow
moving over the rim of sight
distorts your mirage

one hawkish eye
its lid stitched back
watches...
vulnerable to an irritant fly

Oh America
the surgeons removed your tear ducts
you are unable to cry



                                     copyright (C) Dick Russell
                                                     2017

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