Monday, April 9, 2012



blueberries cooked with apples,
maple syrup, a dash of cinnamon
a trace of mace

errant echinacea
reclaiming their color
refusing those planted white

what the blue bruise becomes
before it heals

favorite jumpsuit worn
for performance, power, strength

the cape mommy made me
with a bright blood lining

the long hour awaiting night's end

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