Issue 14
Cold
Marie Eyre
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Kindred Spirit
Crushed in the street,
it still dances the sun
in striking flash
off its mangled form.
I toe the harmonica
with stiff-laced boot;
free it from frozen
pebble and ice;
tuck it into my pocket.
I don't wonder who played it
nor do I imagine the tinny
tunes that once wheezed
through its chambers.
I know this kindred spirit.
Once it lay warmly
against someone's lips,
and gathered each breath
to the heart.
~Marie Eyre
Marie Eyre writes, "I am a published author who has also enjoyed a position as Guest Co-Editor of The Green Tricycle."
© 2003 by Marie Eyre. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2003 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.