Lines In Dust
you,
never join me
when I cry
building piles
on a floor
of cluttered
junk,
gently your
pointer finger
making lines
on dust
head forward
leaning to your
right, reading?
If these tears
were blood
streaming
down my cheeks -
would you rush
to wipe the floor -
or clean
my face?
Nancy Duci Denofio
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