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Remember
How we spun
on the merry go round
falling on the sand
after playground dizziness
turned the world on its side
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Winter Come
Soft gray skies of coming winter
with muted light that sings of dreams
that chant a spell to banish
the heat that leaves earth worn and dull
that calls the biting snow energy
that drives away relentless summer blue
winter return and send away the too-bright sun.
In the Garden
One boy
And his primary torch:
First grader puts pinecone on unsuspecting teacher's porch
Runs away after completing his mission:
his gift replaces the apple's older tradition |
