Pinned Between

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She walked that kaleidoscope scene
pinned between that flat
cooled glass, chewed edges dated,
colored raised and faded.
Without a trace the scar
was the perfect mark.
The unbroken embrace,
wearing an odd dress.

Pairs of sorrowed shoes,
tied necklaces.
The letters lettered gold,
raised and braised.
There were wars to retrace,
prayer to be spoken.
Hands to raise, collar bones broken,
cold coals turned over.

Open grace, spines of books,
the scar, still the unbroken embrace.

She saw the forgiving, the setting,
a rock sliced.
For a ring sliced in guillotine time
harnessed like chalk words.
Slapped together, erased,
shifted the sugar.
Then flour floating down
the ashed snow.

A rolling stone gown reminisce,
kaleidoscope address.
The fading scar, the bird’s recall
a Siamese cat’s fall.
The wired coo coo clock,
outside the held phone call.
One lonely sigh, a forgiven stay,
a tomorrow sing along.

Will-owing the age of sight.
Younger roots bearing to the right.

A rolling stone gown reminisce,
kaleidoscope address.
The fading scar, the bird’s recall
a Siamese cat’s fall.
The wired coo coo clock,
outside the held phone call.
One lonely sigh, a forgiven stay,
a tomorrow sing along.

Woven deed made, a baked chicken.
Tobacco leaves, the tucked skin

Poem By Heather Whitley Gibson

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