Healing Potion
The essence of mending quarrels: Hard fought bat-
tle lines - deeper than summers of sun on crow’s
feet; makes me long for the wishing well where I
once lost my penny.
The essence of mending; reparation, countless egos
& souls confined in a lucid sarcophagus. IF the heart
could speak once more, it would dust the shelves
of old books & trinkets to leave a needle & thread.
Those finely intent stitches that make a final resting
place, feel more like home.
This is the essence of mending quarrels.
Marc-Anthony (2018)
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Photographer: Patrick Baldonado
Marc My Words - Short Poetry