I think this, standing on an escalator
leaning on your arm. We bend and
mould to fit. Adapt and layer over.
When you sleep, your limbs shed skin
like changing clothes. I could take them
to hang. Line the walls of a gallery.
We could spend the weekends walking
seeing how we've grown.
[tag word: COLLAGE - Dan Benson @kandidan]
--100 Poem Challenge: writing 100 poems in a weekend to raise money for EEC International.