Poems from The Smallest Spark
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I’m no prodigious poet.
In fact I’m quite the odd bird,
I’m always delving deeper
into ideas others find absurd.
As my father crossed...
Luscious blonde to black,
Every color in between.
Your locks I adore.
Buzz Buzz Bzuz
Bzzu Bzzu Bzzu Buzz
Bzuz Buzz Bzuz
A grain of dust falls,
With no purpose but to fall.
What am I to thee?
Scurrying about
Wide eyes wary of feline watch.
Gaze fixed, now they run.