I hold small hurts
in the folds
of my skirt.
They fall
when I forget.
The sidewalk’s soft
with feelings
I’ve dropped,
glutted with tender spots.
Neighborhood Walk
Posted Week 20 by Joa · 2 Comments
Tags: poetry
The Weekly Commuter
satisfied some of the itch
2 responses so far ↓
1 Flora // Jul 9, 2009 at 12:49 pm
Sweet!
2 Joa // Jul 16, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Thanks Flora!
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