Bending gaily
Her four-year-old torso,
Picking up
So gently
A fuzzy wuzzy
Black and yellow
Banded
Woolly Bear Caterpillar,
Holding outstretched arms,
Eyes clapping,
Hands cupped,
Cradling
Her fuzzy-wuzzy
Symbol of future
Transformation,
Lifting gently and then...
Kissing the Fuzzy Wuzzy,
Experiencing
The blistering, the stinging,
Of a fat lip.
Who would have guessed?
Black and yellow
Woolly Bears
Have poison in their
Fuzzy-wuzzy little needles.
“Set it down carefully, and let it go.”
My statement,
My response to swollen eyes,
Shock and surprise
And the now twenty-year-old tears
Of an experienced
Addict.
Gordan R. Livingston
Her four-year-old torso,
Picking up
So gently
A fuzzy wuzzy
Black and yellow
Banded
Woolly Bear Caterpillar,
Holding outstretched arms,
Eyes clapping,
Hands cupped,
Cradling
Her fuzzy-wuzzy
Symbol of future
Transformation,
Lifting gently and then...
Kissing the Fuzzy Wuzzy,
Experiencing
The blistering, the stinging,
Of a fat lip.
Who would have guessed?
Black and yellow
Woolly Bears
Have poison in their
Fuzzy-wuzzy little needles.
“Set it down carefully, and let it go.”
My statement,
My response to swollen eyes,
Shock and surprise
And the now twenty-year-old tears
Of an experienced
Addict.
Gordan R. Livingston