Blue Vein
Day 17
2 min readJan 17, 2024
A Poem
A blue vein
is visible
going from the
middle knuckle
in a slant
when he
grips the brush.
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Sometimes it
is little moments
that make us
remember—
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We are filled
with blood,
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but surely,
not just blood.
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This body
is an
overview;
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a street performer,
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a man with
long dreadlocks
playing his
saxophone among
the streetlights,
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or a woman
in full stride,
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it is unfair,
they say,
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the way the world
