My toes on tarmac
Nails & feathers to balance
Up & down to park aide
Dodging totem poles
Solid ground i find myself
Looking in your direction
Now i’m the and in the sky
Further from weasel view
Balloons popping near earth
Words are swallowed by waves
Kept in bottles of fruity pop with lime
Turning colours black into morning
My words scattered in sand
Where children play
They manipulate & twist them into
Shapes of international travel destinations
Time trekking
I’m penniless
Your eyes like queen elizabeth
Establishing worth
I keep running into boats
On route to bermuda triangle
Luggage vanished
in crane express mail
Letters profitable
For people with your scholarly skills
Who drink goat’s milk
& laugh at the street
Performing women do
Songs of kings & dirty mops
Clean my apartment
For twenty seven minutes
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CE Cormier
Teacher, parent and writer from Canada. I enjoy the outdoors and spending time with family.
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