timid
green
eyed child
limp wheat hair
falls wet in the cold
rain tucked safe outside while the fire of
hate rages inside the walls of your land tenderly wilting all hopes away
a woman red hair blue suit white badge warped picture no passion picks you up silently both walk down the pebbled
path by the time Wilshire Blvd. is reached the bird nest is out of sight and you mature again manila files County words where are the crayons and Raggedy Anns pink Buster Browns forgotten
the clouds bright against tan butcher paper sad faces for the judge of the cages in my heart smile we must
fire suffocated unhappiness averted for a night or two little bird strains away
to reach those pink pebbles and pumpernickel bread
Canter’s chicken soup mummy’s black
eye gone for
now both
conditionally
freed

A most intriguing poem.
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