Lori Boulard - anthology

paper shards of lives
souls
children
Standing in line to jump in
or out
The sun’s third born holds precious many
fueled by the moon, love and hunger
amazing many
whose words
fly
stab
laugh
cry
bending their paper hands
just enough
to join at the binding

Lori Boulard

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