The leaf blowers start. Smell of gas fills the air. Mounds begin to form. There’s stragglers. Spots of yellow and orange Upon lawns watered To a suspended green During the black and white Months Of summer. A few flattened in driveways By the press…
Once, flowers were placed in gun barrels As a form of protest. Today, a garden is needed To keep the soil of the meadow Soft enough for all feet to walk upon Barefoot We grow in common ground. Share the dirt.
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Just when ya think Hate’s reached full glow It lets your ass know Has plenty of room to grow Same is said of love. (At least, That’s what I’ve heard.) Follow this link Or this link Or even this link email@example.com
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To get to the beach, we hike Through the smell of pine So thick, we can taste it. The trail is carpeted with needles– We think we’re the first humans To arrive on a new planet. Trees older than Columbus With golden brown skin,…