coming awake 5

see, what gets missed
most in all this is when
the tale of the winged minnows
is told say on a stoop
at summer’s bottom step,
concerns the minnows’ collective mindset;
took a letter campaign from many a minnow
moss league to raise awareness and begin

historical record corrections;
island experimenters tell their side,
like letting the minnows go buzzing towards
a mainland hostile to minnows out of their
natural elements, was sheer accident;
mainland defenders shiver about
abstractions invading primly trimmed,
civic-frottage-friendly, blocks

given double ethics coats if for no
other reason than to stamp out illicit
fantasy tendencies while idle.  
Poor minnows were not even awake until
a rearward minnow woke up, screamed,
and the consciousness candles began to drip
hot wax where sleepy mainlanders
waited for clunky factory buses.

About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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