Archive for June 18th, 2011

Straying Away

In my small town,
high school students with a three point O
get to walk in the Founder’s Day parade.
They show up late because they walk in the back.

Her mother kept her tethered.
It was a long cord,
a slinky-cord from a phone.
The maximum diameter was one point five miles.

I was thrown into the building
where all of the art ever created was stored.
It felt like a big crash, a big explosion, bright white,
but really I just bounced off the wall.

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My Day in Six Words – 31

Kindness sprinkles,


fills small universe.

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