Slate
slate
my slate is written on
i’m whole inside
with gaps and things
to please
the imperfect
with dreams sewn on
with seams and borders
zigzag quilt lines frown
and chuckle
they even do battle
exciting thunderclaps
and calming ponds
arise with power
like kingdoms inside
i choose the players
who depress the list
or impress the rest
this slate at birth
unique to me
like a universal star
i can choose
to let it twinkle
or to snuff it out
it’s already planned
it's history
our palettes mix
not every hue
only the ones
you allow
to show
will you let age
refine or deny
or even haze
your vision.
wipers on?
cleaning fluid?
do your glasses clink
against plexiglass?
your slate
your slate
your slate…
your choice
kim rodrigues © 2017
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