The app for independent voices
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tea pales in porcelain on pine
pining for a
distant time
the broken slide
from the treehouse
abandoned behind the shed
left behind
left behind
left behind
how unkind the bland world can be
and yet how warm and bright it can turn
when the grass grabs the light.
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Thank you, S y l v i A 🌞 K a l i n A . My last line is your first if you feel like playing along Stanley Wotring, David MacGregor, Mary Pierce, Francesca Bossert
Clenching moon in its teeth,
tide-slick,
salt-thick,
cedar.
Blue-spill
s t a i n s;
palm pools with room.
Still shivers—
tea pales in porcelain on pine.My last line is your first. The Monday to Friday Poet, Alma M., Marissa M. Zhu, Jozef Cain, Jonathan Potter
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