In the sandbox
you were the
firemanson
But now you're
afraid to smile
because it shows
the creases life has
made in your face
though you know
everyone around you
wherever you are
in the small town
and the only
way they know
your face is by lineage
you know they
hunger to see
your face crumple
that they
delight in
the signs dying things
give
and you try not to.
30 May, 2008
potential
Posted by Andy Rooney at 7:20 PM
Labels: calvin, calvin bandini, fibromyalgian, poem, poems, poetry
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