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Jul 2017
Rev up and back down
We encircle ourselves with a flowing fabric
Tired green eyes.

Bang bang
Lets go, lets dance
This weekend I'm being serious
I know I need I'm gonna need to play
Know I gotta play
I smooched and tossed
Myself into the beacon of light
That sometimes hums my way
And when I start really talking
I'm like a grandfather clock.

I can't stop.
I need a vacation or 3
And I remind myself to just be grateful
We dance into the summer nights
And like happiness or summer
I often think
Oh but it will end soon
It is all so fleeting

I saw a box of pumpkin spice cereal
On the grocery store aisle
Like a top prize
And I thought
Of all the playful noises I used to make
When pumpkins would appear
To my array of lovers.

Scarecrow, don't go
But you do and you will
And I release it into the wind
Along with the coming autumn air
And I think fancifully of
This next move
Because it means the start
Of really grounding my feet.
OnwardFlame
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OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
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