...Safe... poetry by Carole Anzolletti
Breathing sun stroked air
into the large, messy metamorphosis
of my life
papers and pieces tumble and tilt
all throughout the days
Save me! Save everybody!
Plastic boats float on oceans of grass
The old lady dog loves the sun warmed planks
of the porch the most
Tiny tears, little pains, feelings, cramps, stitches
traipse along pages of journals
as my skin fades
and I love so many simple
beautiful
things
The April wind blows its warm breath over us
and we all are once again
Safe
