She tames the world in poems,
orange cones placed care
-fully to define the lines and
of her own un
-broken soul. Fold
her origami style, smile
when she meanders across the
dotted lines again, stains herself
in inky days along shrugged shoulders.
you’re a wily one, a bright orb
sun sent to greet and grin and grieve this day.
written for Quickly’s Winter Doldrums, day 4. Come play. 😉