Onus

Onus

When my daughter
asks about the dog
lying on the side of the road,
I will tell her he is sleeping
with his skin inside-out
because it’s too hot
in the Georgia sun
to dream
with your skin still on.

In the morning
she will confess
her dreams
of finger painting
red and white
across her bedroom wall.
No matter how hard
she and I scour
the spots remain
speckled all over
our hands.

Published in The Peacock’s Feet 2010

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   tolbert Said:

   on January 19, 2011 at 11:11 am

   Really like this! Finger painting has poured over onto your poetry pages. Beautiful!

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     Judy Black Said:

     on January 19, 2011 at 11:09 pm

     Thanks!!

     Reply

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