Cello moon,
For broken piano.
If every raincoat was a time machine,
Apparitions of
Deja-vu.
Look!
An oboe jumping from a plane
Imitating an asteroid.
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Explain this to me,
Why daisies have tusks
For a heart, and are ruthless
And yellow.
How the ground is green with loneliness,
Spilling over
With the joy of breathing its own song.
Explain the spring in footsteps,
How in the distance of your heart
You feel your heart
Take pause of the earth.
I hear the sidewalks rustle
In the still trees.
Living tigers for neckties. Under a penniless sky worth its weight in bold.
naïve haircuts 
a stunning array of images; the musical ones are arresting but the verse about the daisies bowled me over !!! inspirational —
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Thank you so much John! I’m really glad you liked it.
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Superb stuff.
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Thank you!
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I’m with John on the daisies! A lovely collection of ideas.
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Thanks Worms!! Glad you liked it.
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Wonderful job. I very much enjoyed reading this.
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Thank you!
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“If every raincoat was a time machine
Apparitions of deja-vu.”
This had me in mind of a scene from a dystopian film.
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Yes, I think there is a touch of the dystopian.
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But there are many beautiful feelings in this poem.
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Thank you!
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