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green grass of tunnel through tiles in the bath
I fall swimming through the silk of our pool
left out all summer in silent nights of blue
in the yellows of sun it’s warm and sweet
still dreaming I’m wet in the shade of day
as red balloons crash windows and I can’t be found
sister radio screams and brother bat swings hard
close my eyes in the cupboard when eric whispers my ear
telling dandelions shine gold in the kitchen
and mom breathes in the window’s light
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Landon Jones
Exploring existence through writing, art, and existing. Writer of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. Friend of the inner child. Interrogator of the inner sheep. I stop to smell the flowers (and talk to them too).
art @landonmakesthings
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