I don’t know how to poem, but I know how to grow flowers.

Each time I try, the words stop and stutterTrying to figure out the rhyme in my cocoonI think of a scene, slather the thoughts with butterThe beauty and synthetic break of solitude. I think of math, count the wordsPushing through paper maturedExploration avant-gardeExploitation of the sword CalculateBring the wordsThree, seven, twelve at a time The …

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Say No More

To sprint across the street,To reach the end of a book--Each foot punching the blacktop--Understanding what it tookStars and tiny lashes, diving into puddles,Weaving through leather, finding fine fibers,Solving all the problems and all the riddles.A deep breath bundled with a rainbowLight a fire to quench the thirst thrown across the meadow--The flames brought clarity--a …

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