Twin copter leaves spiral
slowly to the sidewalk
settling in an uneven seam
across the street from a
grade school leavened by
the sounding vibrations
of joy generated by children
like little mirth furnaces.
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2 comments:
"little mirth furnaces," nice
I like the image of the whole poem
I miss being a kid.
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