Blood.

by Jim Kopetz

Your concepts have aged like
stones in the water.

Like pebbles skipped
upon the surface and sunburned.
Caused rashes,
and blood,
in the water.

As my skin peels.
And you notice.
As you hand me,
the lotion.

But your mind!
It is wasted!
And sunburned.

And I laugh.
As pebbles skip,
upon the river,
And the land.
That I left
It was thicker.