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CLStewart
Poems
Sep 2015
Pickadilly Pines (in the minds eye of pine tree trails)
I sleep in this bed and run all the places in my mind- it feels like a circus performance in here-
Gravel roads and white fences with adventures of knights and brooks and tiny dew drops on popcorn popsicles made by the gnomes of pickadilly pines-
Crop circles do exist but I've never seen one...
Caterpillars would be nice right now but I envision the green ooze secreting from the trampled lifeless form-
In retrospect it can or cannotย ย be what it is not?- to look back in thought; refer back-
Are we all gamblers waiting and watching then perceiving the next place we build out of sticks and bricks?
I go back to my slumber-ย ย Pickadilly Pines
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