digital image by gregg blasingame
whitewash
quiet all my loud colors
their incessant shouting mix
their shifts and all
the problems they present
bumping and vying
trying to be heard
and seen and solved
calm them, cover them
with your words of white
their songs spill on
but muted, undiluted, a sulking
humming blister just beneath
this steady thin veneer
its quick skin spread, a swipe
across my quaking ground
Susan M. Hinkley
Posted over on her site Small Works in Wool
Listed as #69 over on Magpie Tales 78
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