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Bones of ebony ivory drunk ate sing
Shaping the plates numbered nailed
Narrows nine hanging sneakers.
A fading necklace
Tying her laces.

Know yourself to the wells of valleys,
She sang, her voice was swelling
Understand yourself like the
Valleys leading wisely
To the eternal tides.

Cliffed-edge hanging dresses blowing
A flag below her waist over wheels
Of her brave weathered suitcase.
Crystal wing bends portraits of
Dinner plates in place.

Lush hair lady ebony-pale ivory sang Through the valleys dressed like
Her portraits of dining plates
Which weathered storms
She would have chased.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
I was the rain that
Lands on the
Sleeve of your umbrella
Gracefully falling
Into the touch of your palm.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
My pillow melting my
Head the roasted Submarine Submerged sinking beneath
The tears downreaching.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Time is punctual.  
    I, not always.
Time is immortal.
      My life awaits.
         Time does not wait
             For anything it creates.
                       Time reminds us
                       Only when it's late.
Time is everything I am not yet.
Tell me if it's true

© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Are you flying or are you just a cloud?
Am I
Flying or
Am I
A cloud?
Are you flying or am I just a cloud?
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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