Abandoning child, teenage, and
Candy cane forest, then first kiss.
Personal dolly and my own
Alone and without help
Going head on nineteen
Leaving eighteen back home
Skin lacking pigment and yes you!
happy being in your shadow
Migrators, I flowed northward
One seed sprouted, others planted
all grew tall
Brief muse...
My poem…
October 10,2014
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