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Click hereI sat down once,
Got up two thousand times
Sent little parts of me
like peelings into perfect skies.
I want to turn this sorry heart
Into thumb tacks. Push pins with which I’ll affix
Each sky in a book: vast, picturesque
And bring it to you, an emotional chart.
And we’ll review it with failing eyes
With ancient fingers and mouths in Oh’s
This catalogue of a lifetime’s art
Remembering again what each perfect sky knows.
A quiet reflective poem. I saw my parents do this with photos from their past. Leighlilly
Just absolutely flawless! Love the texture of your poem: the peelings, the thumbtacks.
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