Trouble Is

Voice of a pendulum
Swinging and arcing
With the occasional ricochet
But even with tiny tremble,
Movement that continues forward
Sharply disguised as backwards.
Afterall,
Here she sits
The atmospheric disturbance
With the grace of an atom bomb.
With one toe in the river,
Watching the pensive water break
As if anything but Giardia ever came from rivers.
Look.
I know I’m no permanent energy source
Lately, I’m barely a damp ember
Considering the worth of a dim burn.

*Previously published on EmphasisMine.org and Emphasis Mine facebook in 2016.

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