*to be read aloud and quietly*
you will find me
tying up my grief
knot one knit one
pink for a girl
blue for a boy
white for the innocent
black for the newly dead
you will find me
on your street corner
staring at you
chill blue in the face
wiping a finger
over my tears
offering them out to you
and if you have no street
you will still find me
in pieces of thread
in threads of grief
pink blue white black
what colour are you
never mind that
you will find me
i will find you
© Berenice Dunford
(published in blackmailpress 15)
