The Dose Not Taken

A robin’s egg blue pill sits

on the edge of the bathroom sink

breaking down a little more daily

until it’s nothing

more than a white powder

waiting for a brush

of wind as we pass by

or a wag of the dog’s tail

to be forgotten

Previously published in The Broadkill Review Vol 10 No 4
Previously published in Nightfallen (micro-chap) Origami Poems Project, 2016