‘MacBeth Does Murder Sleep’

Not MacBeth

but a blowfly

loud as a Harley

revving up

in the driveway

of my brain.

Hailstones

I hear you

clattering outside

rattling self-importantly

on the rooves

as if beating a drum announcing

your arrival;

don’t you know

your reign is brief,

of little consequence;

will be over soon as the sun sends you

scurrying on yr way.

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Above the Park

What a hullabaloo!

before quiet.

Now riot.

Cockatoos.