Day 4 of National Poetry Month: Write a poem about something without mentioning what it is.
Enigma: Guess what it is...
You can
smell it like a storm coming,
can feel its
electrons charge in your lungs;
dense and
heavy like breathing steam.
And then you
see it edge the horizon
like a dark mirage
against the desert strata.
A man-made
layer of sediment;
barbed wire
and tall chain link.
Someone took
a black marker
and drew
with a zealot’s ink
a new
definition of dreams deferred.
But your
body is covered in sweat and desert;
you move
like layers of sand, over and under.
You come out
on the other side,
reborn, with
your heart on fire.
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