Poem from Fevers of the Mind Anthologies by Ivan Peledov “Park”

Park

I am tired of midnight wasps
that can't stop counting the roadkill and
the horizons smothered by blabbering mountains.
The bones of cannibal ancestors have been cooling off
in the company of age-old suns. Sunflowers shudder in the dark. 

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Ivan Peledov

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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