Treasure Island

Romella Kitchens

(Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

'Violet Comes Off Of The Trees, '


It is the sun, naked and new.

There birth beside child in life.

There are cradles of condition.

Each man
Each woman sensing different hues,

laying fetal in their sorrows from
time-to- time,

laying joyous and natal in their re-births

Submitted: Thursday, August 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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