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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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