I was chasing my little brother through the park at dusk. The whole park was filled with restless families waiting for the fireworks to start. My brother halted in his grass-stained diaper. "God
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A moonbeamed alley and cat
of Blues, singing to wharf rats
in heartful plenty and lonely
dogs down avenues. Empty
tumblewed streets
in dusted sunflower hues
the parched mouth yearns for release.
A deluge of drops from grey-spot skies
while embers warm a book of Keats.
Tobaccoed leather mists and grandpa
sighs at the crunch of falling bough
a crisp northerly blows scent of pies,
and cawing crow flies on the prow.
Normal colors lack specificity,
So comes the time the blind man vowed:
Can't you see, the colors that can't be?
of Blues, singing to wharf rats
in heartful plenty and lonely
dogs down avenues. Empty
tumblewed streets
in dusted sunflower hues
the parched mouth yearns for release.
A deluge of drops from grey-spot skies
while embers warm a book of Keats.
Tobaccoed leather mists and grandpa
sighs at the crunch of falling bough
a crisp northerly blows scent of pies,
and cawing crow flies on the prow.
Normal colors lack specificity,
So comes the time the blind man vowed:
Can't you see, the colors that can't be?
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