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Neck grasped, squeezed and raised

Asphyxiated spirit,

Her breath held till Spring

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Prompt: Crying the Neck

(Been reading Kerouac’s TRIP TRAP this morning so here’s a Jack Kerouac-inspired twist—freewheeling, spontaneous, like a road trip -1959- through the fields.)

∞ Neck slips, a ghost breeze

Through golden veins of the field

Reapers chasing shadows

∞ Reapers stumble on

Scythes swinging wide like jazz riffs

Neck gone with the wind

∞ Cutting through sunset

We howl at the neck’s sly dodge

Midnight grins with it

∞ Spirit on the run

Reapers, tired, drag their feet—

Neck free, laughing wild

∞ Harvest hums a song

Neck dodges, we keep missing

Like jazz, offbeat, cool

∞ Moon rises, neck free

Reapers lost in their own chase

Grain whispers, “Not today”

∞ Scythe swings wide, misses

Neck skips on like a beat poet

Shadows cheer it on

∞ Running through the field

Neck just a blur in the dusk

Reapers sigh, defeated

∞ Grass whispers secrets

Neck gone, slipped through time and light

We stand, hands empty

∞ Reapers, wild-eyed, run

But the neck? Long gone, baby

Jazz in the field’s bones

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