Sunday, October 9, 2016

Lucy Alexander # 39 Minutiae



You among the leaves
and grasses the tiny blebs of lichen
the stringy barks the broken twigs
striped as all-get-out
and wearing an astronaut’s mask

one day you just might fly
and your wings
as dusted with colour
as your flanks are at this moment
before you return to the womb

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