Platters of cotton
Parade over my tongue,
Clouds baked
To the consistency
Of meringue.
I catch celebratory stars
In old jelly jars,
Leaves in the skirt
Of a threadbare dress.
Dreams trip through
A college-ruled notebook
Cramped are the rows
Of parenthetical impression.
There’s never enough time
For paradise and though free
I miss most what I have never seen.
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Not too pleased with this one reminds me of something I would have written as a child when I first began
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