Poetry · Writing

Sto(new)orks

I see you. Floating

above in baby blue

fresh to the world

blue collar.

Dirt underneath your fingernails

for the first time

blue paint scratched into your hard hat,

hard head.

I see you, baby hands,

soft hands

no more.

 

 

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