Paper Cuts
eye see a rainbow of construction paper
it can’t cause a poem
the subtlety is too subtle
the importance too small.
eye breathe a little slower
live a little shorter
die a little more
fleeting, fleeing ever faster
adult years outpace childhood
farther from it every
year, every
day, every
heartache
Wonder
is fading, escaping
fleas from a drowning pet
You are mourned
by just one, Truest Friend of mine.
01202010
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