Roam phantoms
of my little
lost self,
Playing, running
around the apple trees
Happy is
the laughter
of my twin sister
Through the kitchen
window Mom fixes
dinner
Her smile bastes
the turkey
for Thanksgiving
Roam phantoms
of my little
lost self,
Playing, running
around the apple trees
Now
the fallen apples
rot on the ground
The backyard
of my past
is sullen wet
with leaves
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
Roam phantoms
of my little
lost self,
Playing, running
around the apple trees
Happy is
the laughter
of my twin sister
Through the kitchen
window Mom fixes
dinner
Her smile bastes
the turkey
for Thanksgiving
Roam phantoms
of my little
lost self,
Playing, running
around the apple trees
Now
the fallen apples
rot on the ground
The backyard
of my past
is sullen wet
with leaves
By Corey Parsons
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