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Landis and His Father
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Landis and His Father |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Landis with his father, Walking like spades Through the streets Dirt ridden, Yellow stage. As they walk, Their hair learn Each others curls, As their skin Listens to each Others pores Glistening off of the suns rooftop. The sun watches, Their cheeks brush Off the blue and yellow That slides through The streets reservoir, Of birds chasing Spirits through Their sign language verbs. Landis’s father, Torches the net With a flick Of the wrist. The ball spirals down, Just has it had done Every Saturday afternoon. Landis vaults into A room so small, He can remember How he and his father Rejoiced on the nights of fall. Landis remembers, Driving down the Dirt ridden, Yellow stage. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"The sun watches, Their cheeks brush Off the blue and yellow That slides through The streets reservoir, Of birds chasing Spirits through Their sign language verbs." really enjoyed this Tomer |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
I enjoyed this... Very good |
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paullallady Member
since 2007-04-03
Posts 262Michigan |
very interesting read. knowing another, words unspoken, very good. |
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