Saturday, May 2, 2009


Stone, a new leaf from the Chestnut
Trees, dirt work done on
Ones bare knees

Dirt under the nails and into
Lines of the hand like dark rivers
The tiny cracks the tributaries

Stones the color of rust, color of
Weathered wood, color of mother's dead blue eyes but warmer as the sky

A pink like baby's cheek
The leaf a pale lime green
Stripes in stone meander like

the throbbing at the throat

©2009 Peggy Pendleton

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