Tuesday, February 23, 2016

poem of the day February 23


The pretty onionskin marble
rolled over life
not knowing
it had a clear inside
Unable to connect
to anything but
surface time
After a game
of flea bites
the sting of
of other marbles
did not come
to rest
even
when all 
were back
in the tight lid black jar

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