Kerri Shying R # 517 - For Mercy

For Mercy

remember    how you were

before the scars     healed

and    blood  went rushing

back     into the    labyrinth

the  cul de sac   the dead-end

pinched-off  portions of

your brain   back when

crunch  was not the sound

of cereal  or a good firm

celery stick   but a flash

back      I despair   today

of getting  back   my full

path and power    in the

way    the over-sixties

feel the pinch

of memory

the taste of full

cream milk   settling for

the skim  

so

you should know  we

are not all   healing

bodies  on a curve 

upward   the resolution

of a flower     face

to sun    daily 

grass

drawing 

on reserves

not

aspiring

to be

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