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sandra wyllie
Poems
Aug 2022
He Tilled
the ground that I
was walking, turning over,
breaking up everything
in my path. Knocking over
the flowers with his
wrath. Pulling on the roots,
the baby green leaf
shoots. His rollerblades
smashing me as a pin-
ball arcade against my walls,
through the screams and
squalls. I gave birth to his
broken earth. As the sun
set the crimson sky wept this
broken ground wet. Thank you
Mr. Miller, the machine-man tiller.
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sandra wyllie
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