Newspaper Times
By, Jess Dickson
Crushed between the wrinkles of time and tears
Spirit’s cry left behind in stories laid out and kept
Concealed in folds of memory behind the veil
Of headline smiles bleeding into parchment lies
Scribe of self relegated to comics and classifieds
Seeking recognition between the crease of touch
Hand-pressed thoughts balled into fine print confusion
By circumstantial pages joined at the corners of hope
Paper-cut dreams sting with healing possibilities
Tattered not torn, saved by love’s binding twine
Coiled around shared front page dreams
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