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I’m walking through petals beside…

I’m walking through petals beside

a child waving a stick

that looks like a wolf. He’s not afraid.

He’s singing about garbage men

who lug swollen bags away. He’s singing

about knives, how we shouldn’t

hold them till we’re old. Why

even then?

There is a space

between him and me—a space,

not a chasm—

not too wide for our crossing—.

from Daylily Called it a Dangerous MomentFind more by Alessandra Lynch at the library

Copyright © 2017 Alessandra Lynch
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Published in Alessandra Lynch Poems

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