Bardo
sitting in a station waiting on a drop of rain watching thoughts play bumper pool while city chickens rustle peanut shells. the bus is an hour late a tire or possible terrorist attack. somebody delayed the autumn migration and left us watching the skies. indications are for more of the same: crystal radios tuned to a dying frequency. the morning sun will find us in our cautionary state bewildered eyes wide open the words refusing to come. but they will come. they always come.
Bardo first appeared in a poetry book of the same name, published in 2018. Contact Ned Mudd at nedmudd@me.com for copies.
Ned Mudd resides in Alabama where he engages in interspecies communication, rock collecting, and frequent cloud watching. He is the author of The Adventures of Dink and DVD (a space age comedy). Some of Ned’s best friends are raccoons.
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delightful!
I dig this.