Summer Poetry Diary Entries

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Drifting like a folded paper
Slipping between the cracks
Wishing for that burning sensation
Between my teeth and tongue,
tasting summer, savoring fire

Steam and smoke, paper pipes
Nickels between your fingers
Straps and buckles crossing chests
Standing at the end of the cross walk
Waiting for the lights to turn white

Rolling done grey streets
My urban fantasy
We see those stripes of white
Like some cemented ribbons
A crown of this city queen

Arching tails of ocean spray
Liquid jewels gracing the sky's collar
I see her ivory hand and her graceful air
The great goddess of the sea
She nods and sinks below the waves

Desert sand and bloodied steel
He takes them both in hand
Seizing obsidian eyes
But there is nothing
Between the slave and the wilderness
 
The sky is a big blue box
I'm sitting inside the box
Wishing I was in the bigger black box
Wanting to see all the floating boxes
Shining in the glow of the great yellow box

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