Sprained

It was a fitful night
of swelling and bruising —

what limps in darkness
and how we hobble

ourselves — pain self-
inflicted and another

pain that grew slowly
under the skin and bloomed.

 

 

 

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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