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The Road Along Your Spine
by Kristin Roedell
Blue eyed in a blue coat,
your hair is a road of rich earth
laid long across your back.
You were thirteen this lush
budded summer, and
it is your first day back to school.
You move like a
signature unspooling;
Your body is a cursive B,
your legs as long as l’s.
Your fingers curl in gentle e’s.
You spell beautiful with the most
delicate hand.
If I could follow you to class,
walk the road along your spine,
and make your hair my ink--
I’d find a word
for ” sheltered path”
too slender, but for us.
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