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Transport by Kelly Moore

By Kelly Moore

Transport

by Kelly Moore

 

I collect the burrs you leave behind

those clinging to my clothes     scratching at my tender skin

and put them in a jar labeled with your name.

 

Each prickled barb, a gift from an inalienable friend.

I understand you better than you think.

 

I do not keep them in resentment

or to show you later how your words    snagged blood from my flesh

but because they are from you.

 

Unlike fast fading flowers they endure- –

These burrs that stab and cling with tiny hooks, desperate for transport,

meant to repel,

instinctively protect the vulnerable seeds within.

 

They are you,

alive with potential.

 

 

About Kelly Moore

Kelly Moore earned her BA in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing from BYU-Idaho in 2004. She is a youth services specialist at Campbell County Public Library and lives with her husband and two sons in Gillette, WY.

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