a cut on a hemophiliac
oozing like sap into the
horizons poised mouth
pink into orange into
something elsea dark scab
of old clotted blood
pinpricks in an egg
from the yolk's perspective
the world before your birtha blue bandaid
on the knee of a child
tears cutting through grit
listening to aero planes and dreaming
of bees and ice cream
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escapril
Poetrybathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces