let's not pretend about these things.
where there are bruises let us blow on them softly
cup our palms across them sheltering without touching
the tender corpuscular bloom
where the blood breaks through the thin skin
pressure first then cool clear water
soap
where bones have cracked
let's set them with a grimace
and a groan
let's lay down the bandages
while murmuring sympathies
let's know that honey
on a shallow wound will help it heal
but let's not expect
that we can bind them on our own
let's not pretend about these things.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
here's my proposal
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4 comments:
Just beautiful.
Lovely. As with all things, I can't help seeing it through the filter of my son. I hear him say, "Boo boo! Kiss? Band-aid?" He does not pretend.
perfection.
silence is sometimes best to appreciate something this beautiful but alas i must mutter words... :)
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