I am paste—
on a plastic tab stuck to paper kangaroo
rear-ends.
I am band-aid—
on ripped scalp and wounded knee.
I am pink medicine and nebulizer tubing,
I am dandelion milk and clover-gemmed
forever I am—
soil•stone• soap•shore
•army men• pretend•hairspray•Amen.
I am collector—
of doubts and tears,
recorder of wasted brilliance.
I am stringer—
of hero’s•of prey•of vultures•of owls•of fire
I am outside-
IN
on a planet
scribbled with spit and crayons.
I am smile.
~J.lynn Sheridan~
Poetic Bloomings: The Walk of Life Prompt
