Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Another Page Torn (Day 679)

It was another day 

another foxed page 

torn from a book

shelved in the attic of 

a seldom-visited library

A day as tender 

as my mother’s hand

in mine soft and fragile 

as a tiny gray bird

newly hatched

A day too tough 

to nibble or chew

dry and hard 

as the pigs’ ears 

for which my dog 

begs and yearns 

It was another day

but now it’s done

night drawn about me 

like a shawl comforting 

dark and promising 

a warmer tomorrow

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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