A poem

Midjourney art generated by the author

There is a black mask
resting in the gutter,
dead leaves and spruce needles,

a wet and discarded thing.
Protection once coveted,
once required, now celebrated

with all the ceremony
of a fast-food burger box,
a bakery wrapper left behind

a recycling bin on an empty street.
To be a…

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Trapper Markelz

Trapper Markelz (he/him) is a poet who writes from Boston, MA. His work has appeared in numerous journals and publications. Check out http://trappermarkelz.com