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Tippi can't stand clowns.Dragon is terrified of cockroachesand Mom of mice.Dad pretends to be fearless,though I've seen him flinch when the mail arrives
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
Frost spins white lines
on the lawn,
grass turns glass-like,
'Twas Springy and the seedy flowers
Did blow and blossom all around.
All wafty were the shrubberies
And floral dust drifts to the ground.
Like to be a FIREWORK?
So would I.
To DAZZLE like a flower.
To SIZZLE in the sky.
With a CRACK and a BANG
and a BIM BAM BOOM!
I feel it, first as a stir,turning deep in the murky water.Surfaces up for air, a twitchon the lake in my head.A flip, and it disappears.
Fire under footfall.Fire over skies.
Fire on a matchstick.Fire in my eyes.
Fire holding hunger.Fire seeking wood.
Fire hiding danger.Fire feeling good.
It tastes of high clouds
of crisp cold
It tastes of autumn leaves
I've just invented a flying machine;It's silver and gold and three shades of green.
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
I have your smile
when I look in the mirror I see you
I have your laugh
So when I chuckle I hear you
I have your humour
when I’m sharing jokes I owe it to you