![]() Changing PursesA Poem by Erin Sky![]() So, I've been using this amazing, ratty messenger bag since like 7th grade, but Mom got me a new one. This is the transition.![]()
I am what I carry what is in the bag how those keys got wedged below that dictionary (must find die bonne palabra) a pack of cards and tiny chessmen there is a cracked silver face every folder, equally spaced (and filled with applications – a student’s begging tin)
and rooters, looters dog-eared pages it all comes in stages should be friendly, an arm across a shoulder (it’s a shortish long walk home, and our feet are throbbing)
and sprinkle them on paper, nary a book to sort out time’s wrinkle the stitchy Xs on the handle mark the treasures (that get snagged on brambles, A new way to bring the flowers in) © 2008 Erin Sky |
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1 Review Added on May 16, 2008 Last Updated on May 17, 2008 Author![]() Erin SkyIthilien, GondorAboutI hear I'm a bit cryptic, for all my loquacity; I talk too much, due to all I need to say; I am Gemini, and astrology is bollocks; I'm narcissistic, and hate myself for it; I dwell in irony, in the ra.. more..Writing
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