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Amber-Yellow Eyes on an Early Autumn Day
- Rosalia J. Campo
- Sep 28, 2023
- 1 min read
Jaundiced, calloused, tired
feet and fanning sunflower
petals.
I am Winnie the Pooh and his
honey pot, but the stain of
unbrushed teeth.
A bland buzzing lightbulb.
A salty shore’s sand.
I live as the dead grass starving
under a backyard trampoline. And
as the smiley face on the used
Chinese food bag blown into a tree branch.
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