new

I have become anew, a fresh copy, warm to the touch, smeared ink when my hand brushes across my face.

I have become anew, a tall stalk, cooled by the breeze, sap on my leaves when my bark is chipped.

I have become anew! A firm foundation, hard on the foot, plaster on my beams when they walk on my roof. I am new.

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

Interesting style, I like the metaphors, and it's just the right length
Nice work
Namaste'
Tim