After Tom and CaryWhen I lived in a brown house on a curvy street,After Tom and Cary
we let a butterfly with orange wings out in our screened garden.
And I worried when I let it go into a space bigger than its plastic cup
punctured with uneven holes, that I wouldn't be tall enough to reach it down from dangerous places.
It got stuck somewhere near the roof and the support beams of the screen.
Today I want you to tell me that in the time where the sun shines too brightly in my eyes
and I raise my hand to shield them, you see them turn the palest green while dusted in gold. But you're colorblind, quiet, and distan
Flashback, but remember to..Move ForwardFlashback, but remember to
She wanted to make ice catch fire and didn't notice the quick, easy flash of light in the distance.
It nearly disintegrated in those daylight hours on Canterbury Road where she walked to the strawberry field to pick small seeded hearts from their plants.
As she walked ever closer, she could smell the entire field, overwhelming and enticing like incense in a darkened room.
Locals she had known for years told her "hello" and "good morning" with warm smiles easily blown away like paper in the wind.
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From bluish lips he asked her to hold him when winter chilled his s
Drifted And Wasted NothingIt was sometime between dark and light, he knew But what was that called, he wondered, while he weaved his way through trees dripping with round fruit. They were planted neatly in perfectly intersecting lines with equal spaces in between. The scent of some citrus fruit pervaded the air. Lemons, he thought.Drifted And Wasted Nothing
The teacher would say that little boys should be asleep at such an hour But he hated the teacher. While she drank tea with lemons squeezed by her own twisted hands,
He would wish at least one drop might accidentally squirt into her eye –
Stinging.
The grove was hot
There was Blood in the Bucket They left me alone with her for only a few hours. This woman I'd known for fifteen years was always stronger than any man to call himself Hercules, but she called me "Samantha" in a weakening voice and looked at me with eyes that were paling after coughing up blood into an old mop bucket we used to use.There was Blood in the Bucket
My grandmother had at least three sets of dishes, if not more. "God willing one day you find a nice guy, and you'll want to set a nice table," she told my sister as she had a serious talk about which sets of dishes she wanted her to take. My sister was c
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