Vacant Vagrant

by April 12, 2017 0 comments

Waking today to blue skies
I glimpse the pattern
scratched deep
within strong arms
that hold me
torn…
a finger nail
traces an outline
around my lips
I chance a smile
remembering the tumble
through stones
crevasses now worn smooth
by salted tears
rough edges rounded
corners collapsed by truth
as my legs unfold
touch the floor
they feel the vibrations
your voice left behind
forever awake
talking…
I smile once more

– Lizbeth George

editors note:

The sweet marks of memory inscribed on skin. Good morning! – mh clay

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