When wishing upon a star
the pixies fall freely
like there's no life
there's no bounce
There's a twinkle, though
like looking in someone's eyes
Can't tell if their sleeping is
looking as he or she
doesn't notice me
For show, though
Like the sky
no body
only heads recognizing
the park
the jar — fire it flies
catching
parenting, more
like Easter Sunday
clothes
cool as hell
Too, I'm living on a reserve,
ya know?
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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