Helen Heath

The Memory of Silk

Perspiration

Little Blossom runs
her shoes
ta-ta-ta
in small steps.
The silk says
shu-shu-shu
to the dry leaves.

Tears

Little Blossom waits.
The sun rolls over
her heart
doki doki –
The silk is silent.

 

 

 

 

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