The Color of Care
good morning tears, good morning
what color is care today?
a cross between the tin man
and the lion, cowardly,
did suddenly come my way
and now here is the glass girl
with a gaping whole inside
having courage, heart and home
a not one ounce of pride
does care wear gray and rest
dormant on the bytes of a PC
it is red, pulsating like, maybe
a body
alive
or opaque so that I
cannot see the other side
to ever fully understand
or is it transparent
like a ghosted person
unseen?
11/23/19
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2019
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