Technically Smiling
Poetry
learning small college style incurs bouts of chance to kindle those who hold me in memory. on the first week of class I bike to winter encrusted doorways of raucous hallways; I am a moving medic sacrificing light glances that heal in more ways than none. the way my strength seeds are planted in sad bones is quite involved, more technical than anatomy, but I guess anything can be if you want to be particular about it.
©Daniel Barry, 2022
