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| Bird's Eye and Keyhole Glimpses |
| Little girl red shoes straps curl empty On the sidewalk, buckles winking At the pavement slaps between The hopscotch chalk. Straying gray strands feather wet Against her cheeks as faded Blue eyes take in his roses, Not even on a Friday. From his eighty years, he pushes The iron blades chewing green, Pride watching the boy, across, Struggle with a power. Star Warrior sweeps plastic aliens On the dead pile, whooshing fast Before Dad, Galactic Master, In the golden space ship. Fairly Fancy pricks patchwork ears, A motionless charge of study, Whiskers trembling stealth At the fat gray squirrel. Tapping keys trail off as he gazes With the swaying of her hips Pushing the hum vacuum. Thinking of noon silk. Bird's eye and key hole glimpses Of the day moving rays on To raising shadow comforts And calling suppertime. � 2000 DPMcClellan |
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