These are the bodies that must be cared for.
This hush of flesh, these swollen lips
that cannot offer praise or promise.
These glorious eyes look through me
and what I see are children, a fanfare of
children performing pratfalls on a stage.
Sue Ann SIMAR
First published in Endless Mountains Review
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
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