Outside IN


 I am paste—
on a plastic tab stuck to paper kangaroo

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-

on a planet
scribbled with spit and crayons.

I am smile. 

~J.lynn Sheridan~  

Poetic Bloomings: The Walk of Life Prompt


Speak to me of thoughts unspoken.

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