Barbara Campbell, October 2013

In the Red Satin Purse

a penny
is not love
nor is the clasp
that opens
and shuts.
It’s not shiny
fabric or fancy
stitching.
Dig deeper
into hidden
pockets: one
gold earring
the wrong
shade of lipstick
an old receipt
isn’t love
that’s life.
The clutch:
it’s the grip
and carry.

Promote. Poetry.
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