By-Pass

by Andrea K

I am leaning into
the wind;
it fills the lines
above my brows,
air-brushes my lashes
with seasoned salt.

Half-remembered echos
sneak through doors left ajar
to whisper through
the eye of the needle,
as I stitch this heart up
one more time.


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By-Pass, 4 August 2005