by Aluki Chupik-Hall

Bruises turn purple and they go away. 
April showers usher may. 
The world turns neglectfully on its axis
To remember is a burden,
To forget is an instinct,
Luck is to live on a forgiving planet
Where your shoes are not remembered like footprints on the moon- 
But savoured sweetly and all too quickly.
Where a memory melts in in your mouth- 
Where a feeling flies down the road without training wheels-
And the scrapes on her tiny knees are secured with bright bandages
Soon to repair
Her skin will forget.