So let's go around
as walking onions
with our papery outer layers
so smooth and proud
a rich tan or silky white.
We bump against each other
and some of that skin falls off
and the onion juice
makes everybody cry.
So as we are bumping into each other
we are crying
onion tears,
all of us, and the layers
guard the secret eye
in the center of the onion.
go back
©2007 Susan R. Gilbert
www.plasticduck.net/susangilbert
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