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It’s a cold-sore sky.
A bus stops by
the seven signs, as aging
blackheads, whiteheads pore
(results may vary) from its door.
Puffy-eyed, skin crawls along
–moisture lasts all day long.
(Fragrance-free)
days clog, tone, drain
irritated skin cleansed by pain.
Lips crack…refresh…Grace
–apply liberally to face.
Where you need him most,
he travels deep:
works while you sleep.
—Angeline Schellenberg is the new MB Herald copy editor. She has a masters degree in Old Testament studies from Providence Theological Seminary and attends Crossroads MB Church, Winnipeg. This poem first appeared on her blog angelineschellenberg.wordpress.com.
