My mistakes are accrued
in the spaces between the bones
of my spine.
Lumbar seizing
with memory of wrong moves
and words that might have gone
unspoken.
Today I stretch
in a pose
that twists
and turns around
like the vine
of a morning glory
seeking the sun
with my purple blossoms
of hope.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
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