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Sydney S., Byron Center, MI By clericusThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time., Byron Center, MI

Navel orange shedding its
tender petal skin, the soft
dampness of fresh finger-
paint, my little schoolhouse
skirting the street. Curtains
of ash gray road billowing
in ribbons, miles and miles
to the east and west.
Crumbling bricks molded by
hundreds of small hands,
tiny conductors of light
illuminating mortar like starlight.
My slide, my swing set, my
colorful balloons of happy go
lucky plastic. One, two, three
seconds and the toy cars have
already sped away across the
road, tumbling like blocks into
the sfumato sunset.



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2 comment(s)
gotmar19
This is gorgeous. Your descriptions are almost heartrending. Also, you used "sfumato." Gold star, man.
Mar. 15, 2015 at 10:57 PM • Report
Mckay
I really love how the whole poem is a collage of descriptive images. It moves from one scene to the next. There's no "plot". Instead, it's like a slideshow; or like in films, where they do these montages of images quickly speeding from one to another. Beautifully done. 
Aug. 18, 2014 at 5:17 PM • Report
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