Warriors   Leave a comment


fierce from birth
we cried and rooted for the bulls-eye nipple
don’t let go or else
Red Rover Red Rover
send someone right over
break through small hands
 squeezed by  wiry fingers
tight around flower petal  phalanges
break and capture are the rules
hearts grow fierce to win  
and when all are captured
when all hold the other’s hand in one line
 on one side
 the war is over
but it never was
never is
Mary Strong Jackson


Posted November 20, 2012 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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