Her right one’s busy, juggling responsibility and freedom; song and silence, keyboard and keys. Counting toes and syllables. Keeping one eye closed so the Safety Fairy doesn’t just keel over dead, once and for all. It’s no small thing to ponder, in a world fraught and fought with danger. It’s no big deal to sing when the world is this color of blue.
sky’s a blue spill
of song and robin coo.
spring’s got baby teeth.
Prompted by Magaly’s April is the Cruelest Month.