sky

the hole in
yer shirt that exposes
my blue skin

her inquiry

the lion with his
silver sieve won't listen when
the honeysuckle moans

tupelo territory

birthday gift

when yer daughter
carves out pieces of herself
on crisp paper

Glass

The wall that divides us.
The wall that connects us.
Tinting our vision.
Adding color that blinds our thoughts.

Pretending it's not there.
It is clear.
We can not see through.

There is a crack.
A hint that this barrier can be broken.
Words, phrases,
small sounds slip through
Misunderstood.

~ECS age 12