Posted in Photography, Poetry

Bordering on His Smile

he built a world
from words and
i dove head first

past the wire fence
and into the squish
of red gel and white pearls

traced the marks
left behind by others
and read his crystal ball

gave him years
to find me dressed in feathers
waiting on the border wall

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