Color of Outdoors by Mandy Joy Poole

Our lives barely touching
coming together
in tiny moments
broken mesh
we carousel into one
a vilified mess
we forget ourselves
miss-step
and break apart
shards of metal
cold
sharp tongues
our lives barely touching

I pass you on the street
and I forget why I
am burning bridges
before I build a boat

This is me
learning to swim

M.