Grandson
Blue shoes on brown trunk
arms around hanging branches
orange shirt in orange leaves
your father calls you away
I recall him in that tree
In Our Blood
Pen
sits
in hand
images ache
to spill on paper.
Precise words are our bandages.
First published in Poems on Poems and Poets, Setting Forth, 2016
Bionote
Shasta Hatter lives in Gresham, Oregon. She has recently been published in Setting Forth, Fair Family News, Haiku Journal, 50 Haikus, Three Line Poetry, and Eos: The Creative Context. She has a poetry corner in her company newsletter, Rose City Review.
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