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Because She Was Fearful of Sharks
A razor bit the tiny hairs
Off the top of her leg,
The clippers snapped off
More than enough fingernail.
And later, the vibrations
Of his dentistry tool dug deeper
Into her nerve,
While the song she could
Usually change the channel on
Was harping in the back
She clutched the plastic protectors
On the arms of the white chair
As her toes curled inside
Of her brown leather boots.
She asked if she could
Wipe her mouth on the blue bib
That lay pinned on
Like a clothesline.
Exhale
We are all
Waiting for
That next
Great moment
In time where
The sparrows
Stop momentarily,
Leaving their mark
On your life.
You exhale
Knowing that
The moment is
Embedded forever
On your soul
Like an embossed
Stamp that you
Place
On the back
Of an envelope
For decoration.
Dawnell Harrison
Email: Dawnell Harrison
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