Live and Let Die Exercise
The year of cracked shell self began and ended with a fall. Fall.
Hatred for being shoved boiled the innards. Hard boiled to
one might say. If one could find words. A shaken fist clock
would have to do. Was air necessary? Breathe. In. Out. like a
Yes, necessary. Some dive and dive winding
never up
able up
to up
crash muscles
or stop. Wing flapping worked the arm muscles taut but working
no, no, soaring. The belly flop landing, ouch heels
was almost bruising, almost bloody, and there on solid pressing
ground once more, stunned, not sunning, not stunning toes
meant a puzzle! Scratch Scratch, yes, sometimes the scratch on
head trick will bring remembrance, flashes of photos, springing
rose scent, maybe if one splashed it all over the soaring up
would begin again rather than the pitty pity climb up
Copyright © Sheri Fresonke Harper | Year Posted 2014
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