Just in Case
written by: Emalisa Rose
Dispersed, mid-air
random as rain
the songbirds debate upon
taking the red eye to
somewhere and nowhere
concurrently. And it’s nearly
November. The leaves took
hiatus, with barely a glance
or a “thank you” for the hostess
who held them.
And you, in the riddle of
some place, with me
growing flighty, in the folly of
when, where and why, though
I knew you were leaving
but it bleeds through my bones
as its brine stings my belly
because you’re a dirtbag
and didn’t say where….
(just in case I get lonely)
When not writing poetry Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue tending to cat adoptions and cat colonies. She works as a lunch lady in a public school in NYC. Her work has appeared in Spillwords, MadSwirl, Amethyst Review and other fine places. Her latest work, "Ten random wrens," can be found on the website of Maverick Duck Press.
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