Spring Cleaning
Poem by Jordan Wilson-Dalzell

Tiny hands leave muddy streaks
against an angry sky:
they find the sun
I’ve denied.
 

Her trust
redeems the quiet nights
when everything hurts;
 

Children see the truths
about us
we are too close
to realize.
 

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