I know ten girls

who will not grow
the usual way
who don’t obey
who jump
or spit
or chase
giraffes
that slump
and leave
behind
the stuff
they stow
within
strong wind
and threat
of rain
the fiery red
of ragged pain
raw
and crimped
all set to blow
but now askew
allow the zoo
before the clown
before remorse
I know
ten girls

JoAnne Growney
http://joannegrowney.com

 
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