At the corner of Thomas
and Upton—a crossing that wasn’t
supposed to happen—she walks under the right canopy
of trees. A layer of fear shed, it leaves
no mark on the sidewalk.
Some spills are meant to remain
invisible to everything but the slightest breeze.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
“Some spills are meant to remain
invisible”
and there are certain things we try to hide from everone else, but the glitter of a tear still shows no matter how transparent it is.
beautiful!!
xx
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Fear is another one. Thanks.
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