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sandra wyllie
Poems
Nov 2023
I was His Red Rubber
ball. He'd bounce me up
and down and off the wall. Up to
a cornflower sky, so high I saw
my arms as wings that flap and
fly. But I took a nosedive
as I crashed down, hitting
the ground with such force like
a train wreck off course. He,
the magician juggling
my broken pieces up in starburst
air. This rubber ball had edges now
more like a square. I took my pieces
and left his garage. Boarded a plane
for a Caribbean plage. I'll not bounce
again. No up and down for some class
clown. I'll sing as willow wren.
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sandra wyllie
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