paper shards of lives <br />souls <br />children <br />Standing in line to jump in <br />or out <br />The sun’s third born holds precious many <br />fueled by the moon, love and hunger <br />amazing many <br />whose words <br />fly <br /> stab <br /> laugh <br />cry <br />bending their paper hands <br />just enough <br />to join at the binding<br /><br />Lori Boulard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anthology/
