"Hedgehogs"
(for Julie)
There are days when roses are just pollen carriers,
the morning sun is only a blob of institutional mustard,
and strawberries packets of seeds looking
for spaces between teeth to creep into. Those
are the days the hedgehogs have curled into balls
with spikes out in the darker corners of your mind.
There are days when roses are just pollen carriers,
the morning sun is only a blob of institutional mustard,
and strawberries packets of seeds looking
for spaces between teeth to creep into. Those
are the days the hedgehogs have curled into balls
with spikes out in the darker corners of your mind.
posted by Hedgie at 8:51 PM
4 Comments:
Nice writing.
Oooh. Now that's a hedgehog poem!
oooooh again.
thanks, everyone; I apprecciate the comments. I think this one has the potential to be worth investing more effort on it; at least, I hope so. thanks again.
HOward
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