Silly Putty

Silly Putty
by Christopher J. Bradley
February 14 1998
like a mostly pink ball
of changeable shape
I take the news on
as my skin
And I am tossed around
by the hands of an infinitely young
and an infinitely old
God
to be present
to witness
the many jokes
of the earth.
Can I wash this newsprint off?
Or will it turn me grey
as I get older?
And how
can I keep the beautiful
colors inside?
Perhaps the solution
is my indefinable puzzle
being worked
by His hands.
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