Poem: covering wounds

6 inklings - saturday

crumbling grains
past stone cracks and bleeding dry grass
half propped up
threading thin peaks of soft-pie cream
streaks of sugar pastry
down the front of her dress

strike that gravel and scrape the knee raw
mother brings out the salve in a bowl
yet she swings in the backyard
and breaks her ankles
on the metal bar

mother puts her down
to bed
the blisters stain her feet
clumsy little one
but the smile plastered on her face
is enough.


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