A robin’s egg blue pill sits
on the edge of the bathroom sink
breaking down a little more daily
until it’s nothing
more than a white powder
waiting for a brush
of wind as we pass by
or a wag of the dog’s tail
to be forgotten
Previously published in The Broadkill Review Vol 10 No 4
Previously published in Nightfallen (micro-chap) Origami Poems Project, 2016
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