Tuesday, April 8, 2014

CLOSET FUEL

he was just a little kid and when he goggled 
throught the park the tulips 

something was wrong with them
they seemed 
clearer than everything else
more focused

he skipped on down the park and whistled around 
the fountains to glance 

they hummed noiselessly

he dashed out through the gates and straight 
home where his mother 

her eyes were so bright 

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