China Shops 
     
            for Tammy Foster Brewer


She walks, barefoot,
down the road
of pregnant beginnings.
Love poems buckle the asphalt.
Daisies bend their heads
to take note.
I've blundered through
so many china shops,
but still search for rainbows, too.
There's a story in here somewhere,
but my pen tumbles free.




Pris Campbell
2009

Published in Ken Again, 2010






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