And, Also,
Tired as a flat
by the side of the road.
Whatever rolls round in me
melts to ground,
momentum nailed
down inside–
Abide with me, I croon to you
who has arms so warm
that their life cannot be mistaken
for anything but,
blue veins mapping
an alternate route I strain
to follow.
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A second 55 for the wonderful Kerry O’ Connor’s prompt on With Real Toads.
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