Late, but not Never

Failing not quite miserably at getting these poems of mine posted, but here's the last. Now I'm off to study the old forms again.

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backyard rebel


a short hop away from the woodpile of safety, then--
wild child sucking in dandelions
inhaling lemon bright heads
ears at ease, sitting cocky
half hidden in the uncut green

you're a handful of soft brown freedoms

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4/30/2012
by MK