Unredeemed Souls

Sara is suddenly afraid of everything...
gray Chevrolets
Earl, the retriever next door
her new yellow trashcan
the man selling flowers at Kirk and 10th
her powderpuff tree

She wonders if unredeemed souls
spin through the galaxy
like planets or moons, even space debré.
She wonders if grandfather is close now,
like Mars was that time,
still trying to grab her,
still wanting one last shot
at the child she used to be.

Pris Campbell

Published in Sketchbook Journal, May 2008

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