Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

Raud A. Kennedy


Bruised Fruit

The fragility of our bodies
goes forgotten until injured.
A deep cut, a broken bone,
and then the heeling.
Can a smile repair
a sneer’s damage?
Fragility is the common
Even steel melts.
Planets die, suns implode,
and we are as gnats
on a floating plum.



Campfire smoke,
smoldering driftwood,
faded jeans and sneakers.
I toss a stick on the fire,
you watch it burn.
I watch its burning reflection
in your eyes, moist,
still stinging from the smoke.


Raud Kennedy works as a dog trainer in Boston. He's had poems published in the States, England, and Scotland.

© Raud Kennedy

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