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Between the Cone and the Bleed
The young smile behind ice cream cones
crying when they skin a knee.
The elders puff up behind fine machines
imploding when life has broken into pieces.
Tranquility lies somewhere in between
Everything is temporary like a breech or a breeze...
Somewhere between the cone and the bleed
take a breath-pray to have appreciation
for the day
for just living.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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