It's Still Life

He Doesn’t Care What the Papers Say

Forget things like
umbrellas.
Restaurant food.
Fast cars and posh clothes.
Face masks.

Evening mist fills his eyes,
this shepherd and his sheep.
Stars that once breathed in fire,
now blink in patterns of broken
light, and the apple of his eye,

these sheep, who ask nought
but to possess this verdant day.
The shepherd turns his head
against the rain, swears that
his cigarette’s gone wet, and
sets his feet for the next hill.

C&R words set by Miz Quickly: evening head star sheep hill apple blink ask swear like belong solve. shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021