It’s old and new
not borrowed
or blue

A glove that fits

A newborn’s fits

A sandcastle
made of bricks

Greek fire renewed
from sticks

It’s a mother’s gaze
that clears the haze

© 1995 Karen Farrell, all rights reserved

This poem was published in the Spring 1995 Bayou Review.

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