Little Pink Matches

Grace follows a girl who

whispers love and wears a sweat in

gentle tufts; corn and

syrup.

 

Positively lovely, adorning

the sky with curling lace and

little pink matches, waiting

to strike.

 

45 rpm, soprano lilt;

return dear scent, fond meal

of memory and breath

long past.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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