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The mirage by Dawnell Harrison

I am married to a mirage.
The moon rises under

The meat of your tongue.
Forty five years now I have

Worked to pull the muck
From your mouth.

Still it is all exit signs
Leading nowhere.

It is unbearable out here
In the desert having

To endure this intolerable
Heat while you dream up
Your next big mistake.


3 thoughts on “The mirage by Dawnell Harrison

  1. Dawnell Harrison has been published in over 100 magazines and journals including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Fowl Feathered Review, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, The Journal, Vox Poetica, Queen’s Quarterly, and many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published through reputable publishers titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.

  2. Wow! So much to ponder. Besides the “moon under meat” this is a fabulous image:
    “Still it is all exit signs
    Leading nowhere”

    Thank you!

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