There was a blind one, who pedaled rainbow light strings, and caned the train on colored fire.
A family of out of town smiles made out with two strands for two kids playing unruly lasso with the poles.
And we edged indifferent away from those interacting with the scenery.
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We all talked a big runaway but only he did it, winding up roadside hypothermic. When he returned to school, we waved at him from afar.
published on Twitter 07/09/2009
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And then the nurse moved to collect his belongings as I waited under the sea horse chime that jangled with the fan.
published on Twitter 07/08/2009
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A great painter asked me how I felt about his color palette. At 6 I would have told him but at 40 I assume he is not really speaking to me.
published on Twitter 07/07/2009
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He tried to hold onto his fear of the scarecrow that threw rocks at cars even though he clearly saw another kid run from behind the thing.
published on Twitter 07/06/2009
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She collects birds to feel free and with their fallen feathers makes pens to fly words from her body waiting indoors for that moment to come.
published on Twitter 07/05/2009
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With wheel squeeze he’ll get there, a man of destination, his foot pressuring on past a diner serving fresh pie.
published on Twitter 07/04/2009
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Teeth-between corn on the cob, a charred smile. Happy Birthday with dogs on fire and fired up works warring pretty in the sky.
published on Twitter 07/03/2009
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Clasp my words like beads on a string one after another put just so in this sentence, a necklace, I have written to close with this clasp.
published on Twitter 07/02/2009
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I saved a nonessential bone to remember the house that belonged to this wooden bolt and now belongs to someone else.
published on Twitter 07/01/2009
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