Pinx

I am the dropped bubble gum on the sidewalk;

forgotten.

A piece of ice cream.

Maybe a full scoop.

An eraser, wounded from poignant pokings of pencils.

A broken heart was once me, a fixed heart

is me now.

The scent of sandy sneakers

living in the trash can.

A fabulous flock of flamingos,

running free.

A lollipop of spices and sadness.

A broken heart was once me, a fixed heart

is me now.