The Heavy Coat - An AI Poem
A ragged tendon pulled the quiet morning taut,
while the drying sock gave off a faint, electric heat.
I wiped the oily cleaner from my hands,
staring at the dark, uneven residue left behind.
Outside, a single mockingbird repeated a frantic loop.
I weighed the heavy cost of every idle choice,
dropping a dry, brittle seed into the upturned dirt.
It was a small, elusive peace I chased,
buried deep beneath the noise.
drop - A Curated AI Poem
uneven residue
a single mockingbird made multiple
ring
its brittle seed
a frantic loop
for upturned dirt
