Thing TwoA Poem by Consuela Burke
Thing Two
Sprinkler toes raspberry tips summer camp rocking hips. Whirring ceiling. Doe eyes doe knees For tricking, kneeling. Listen, little braids your mother's dead. Funny pages sun soaked downy head. Magic fingers ripe banana. I fall upon the rhubarb tongue like manna. Fold beneath This dying tree You Writhing Tiny Supple sea.
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