Bands sunbeams twinkle with flecks of our skin rubbed off from touch, rubbed off as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days ***
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Poem: Dust
Bands sunbeams twinkle with flecks of our skin rubbed off from touch rubbed off as dry soil spinning from a sedimentary cliff layers of time pressed into the stripes we call days ***
Poetry: Graduation
Student:The average person gets 432 haircuts in their lifetimeFor you I wonder- too many, or not enough?Regardless, you will not like most of themEvery seven years your skin is completely renewedFrom scalp to toesA new birthday suit is knittedYou will use at least 150 toothbrushesfrom baby teeth or wisdoms,and swallow just as many spidersor so the legend goes…AllContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Graduation”