After Isabel's "My Skin Absorbing"

My Skin Absorbing

Sitting in a red clay mud pit,
in a bucket of lumpy paint.

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Creation

After Isabel's "My Skin Absorbing"

Your baby fingers in a pool
Of blue made wind, crushing
Pungent ooze to paper.

Wrapped in gold, your palms
Released a bird, a molten treasure.

Brown and silver spattered,
And in a corner, your
Fingerprint.