when i think of it now
there must have been a lethal hinge between us
offering only a limited angle of rotation and need
stray dog coughs up a dinner bell
a stopped bell
a tarnished bell
turns around and heads home
as time passes
i stand outside
my faithful shadow appearing taller
perhaps it’s the straight posture
the bold song on lips
the cold knots, discarded
the sharpened pencil
in wooden coat
writing and rewriting,
“the mind matters–just as much as the heart”
by mary ann blinkhorn
This week’s words: hinge, lethal and need
mypenandme 