caught in memories
no matter this staying in the moment work
the shadows of that life before fall solid
the flesh and blood children
one melted cheese in a bowl to eat in the bathtub
one kicked the trunk leaving a mark angry at small town living
one wrote his 10th grade autobiography as fiction
caught in the slope of the future
it’s all a search for love what else?
while the muscle of security slips
down the belly of aging skin
foreshadows and memories weave
but never explain
you are enough you are not enough
is you being plucked
like a daisy
by a hand you don't recognize
Mary Strong Jackson
January 2011
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plucked knee deep. thanks for planting here.
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Hey Janell,
You’re welcome!
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