Tuesday, June 24, 2014


Perched on the edge. 
Stairs looming.
One tiny breeze
Will push me over.
And then you rush by. 

I'm in a heap
Wondering if you'll set me upright. 
But I'm not uncomfortable 
So I'll just lay here a while
Until you notice. 
My stitched smile 
Ready to comfort
For when I'm needed. 

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