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Recalling the day

Poetry By: SilentSmiles

Another old poem.

Submitted:Mar 28, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

The day is up on its stilts now,

glaring at me through its spotted window

that I carry like a lake of swans in paste.

Many trees are bare to the waist-

The wind laughing until they shake.

I match the sounds of ocean

With this volatile picture I see.

Umbrellas flare up like kites,

and boughs clap their hands in the formidable air.

White question marks follow the sagacious sky,

lying on top of the fortuitous blue-

Calling up a look of cleared land.

This is it,

I really have nothing better

to do.


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