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Poetry and Pictures
All poems and pictures © 2016-2025 Ruth M. Hamlow
Sunday, August 16, 2020
Stung
For the yellow jacket
that stung me
I would say
you intended no harm
but our defenses
often harm others
as my angry swat
left you
broken
Now I contemplate
afternoon
through the screen
and nurse
my small injuries
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