A loose leaf in the wind's whoosh
floats above streets where mommies
push strollers and daddies rake leaves.
After sighing upon birthday cake with breath much fraught,
we nearly burned the table to death.
Did then we see pieces of eternity? We'd know now, as eternal as
we're likely to see.
Rapunzel hung upon her hair a sign that commanded "no tress passing";
it didn't stop her from finding happily ever after.
sometimes leaning against the kitchen sink it feels like someone loving to hold me and i forget about my face's red
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