Still
How was it before the pushing pelvis
had me flopping onto slick latex?
I am arriving mother,
still seeking the hands
that caught me.
There has been a lot of rubber
left on the road.
This six pounder is even now
leaving for somewhere else -
still slipping through.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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