I clasp the future close to my heart,
a robin’s egg in a child’s
sweating palms.
I hold it tenderly,
like an infant
or an aching wound.
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03 Thursday Aug 2017
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in03 Thursday Aug 2017
Posted Uncategorized
inI clasp the future close to my heart,
a robin’s egg in a child’s
sweating palms.
I hold it tenderly,
like an infant
or an aching wound.