Dandelions

A pear fluctuates,
Touches static.
Yet adds too much
To an empty bowl.

The moon journeys
From sale rack to sale
Rack. A liability. A ghost
Of inaccessible corners.

Regardless, you have eyes
Pretty as a school bus.
And pupils à la kitchen sink.

As for the trampoline stars,
Uncanny of step,
Discarded of stair,
They cheer,

In praise of spilled paint!
Blessed of chaos,
On what’s left of the
Old city brick wall.

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