National Poetry Month’s Poem-A-Day 30-Day Challenge: Day 23
HORN
A shocking thought bursts into my mind
like a billy goat, like a rock wrapped in a note
shattering my window in the middle of the night,
like a bell at the start or the end of a fight,
brazenly breaking my inner silence,
a vandalism of invisible violence.
To think I could even think such a thing
in my inner world gated and kept
with mowed lawns and streets swept,
invaded by shadows of loud geese in flight
honking profanities in my placid blue sky.