2020-08-04- No Fair Warning

No Fair Warning

if i cast my voice like
confetti from this
tiny balcony,

might someone hear it?
would anyone
catch it

cold handed?

or would it hail down
below and take out the
building’s power
with it?

if i muzzle my given voice
for those littering
the balconies

i’m lone soul to hear it
and that’s a sorry
way to live,

and heavy fog
to lift.


but it burns off with sleep
and the last of spring’s
sap sucked trees,

the wildfire spares me,
its touch dare not
warm me.

and on each breath’s passed
another storm with
no fair warning

Grumpy Gorman