Battle Scar

I wish you were a battle scar
on par
with many, many things

I wish you weren’t a St. Bernard
with high regard
for dying things

I wish you were a new balloon
with room
to stretch and fill with air

I wish you were a waning moon
that soon
will leave the heavens bare

these shadowy wisps
just wishes in lisps
too tough to remove and I wish they weren’t there

      

       

Copyright L.M. 2008.

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