A Step and Pause

by Lacey Smith

A Step and Pause

this space is now my
mother's womb
bleeting inconsistent these
warm walls of
ing flowers hide their rosy
cheeks but do not
whisper away their
secrets, wise.

I am a collection
of words and (pausing to reflect
this rain, a pavement) sounds
that mixes inconsequence
with touching wildly

these new limbs, breathe
smoke, fill full this
empty cup.


Author's Note: A brief moment outside my place of residence. The words came like a headache...which is a good line, I might have to recycle it.

Posted on 04/09/2005
Copyright © 2023 Lacey Smith

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