A plush elephant stuffed
into a coffee cup.
Pink vowels walking backward
through an open door on the chalkboard,
“U O I E A.”
On the floor, a vague human face shaped
out of rubber scrapers and silverware.
Plastic cats in my pocket
and coins in my hat.
I'm back to writing a poem every day, whether they stink or not.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
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3 comments:
Thanks for the big smile.
Ah yes, the affectionate little things children do that make the rest of life worthwhile. We should never lose sight of those days or the child in each of us. The world is always fascinating, new, big and shiny through a child's eyes.
Great read...The way you write is very pleasing...Thanks for visiting my site, I will be back to view more poetry.
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