now beginnings!
now that I am patched up,
something to say,
pleasant to go
you may see me standing
in the weak winter square
fluttering
like the fingers of the wind
in a cotton shirt
you say that I am pale
and small and tough
from growing
through a long ordeal
right you are!
I am beautiful
my backbone is
There
I wrote and published this last winter, but more people read my blog now, and I am proud enough of it to post it again.
1 comment:
you have good reason to be proud.
(the word verification for this was "harfi"...it is like a random cuss word. "Aw! Harfi!")
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