She ran,
clattering over the linoleum
which had been designed
to look like wood,
having just bolted from Asia's arms,
as if harm were imminent,
our intent evil-bent and cruel.
I reached out my hand,
trying to imbue tranquility
in my movements,
shrive any hostility.
When I brushed her head
her wide eyes —
they shook.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
She ran,
clattering over the linoleum
which had been designed
to look like wood,
having just bolted from Asia's arms,
as if harm were imminent,
our intent evil-bent and cruel.
I reached out my hand,
trying to imbue tranquility
in my movements,
shrive any hostility.
When I brushed her head
her wide eyes —
they shook.
Daniel Magner 2017
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