a poem for JM
under the deck,
thar be splinters there.
inside an old boat,
thar be splinters there.
on an old picnic table,
thar be splinters there.
on the floor of a factory,
thar be splinters there.
inside flower boxes and window ledges,
thar be splinters there.
between book shelves painted or not,
thar be splinters there.
in a carpenter's shop,
thar be splinters there for sure.
and in my poor heart,
here thar be splinters too.
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