Round and black
hexagons and pentagons
I will kick it in the net
The rain
it's always raining here
covering the ground
turning the snow brown
and making
mud
Hand of a carpenter
rough
calloused
torn
just like the pages
to last week's paper
The checkered pattern draws the eye
wondering what stories are behind each square
of the stranger's quilt
Standing tall on the court
he towers above the competition.
Wait, then jump!
He wins the toss
Forgotten blue van
with rusted bumpers
and balding tires
sits in the lot
waiting to be driven
Photos on the wall,
thousands of memories
of the friendships that will last
forever
The dog sits
awaiting anxiously
the daily arrival
of the mail man
to chase him again
Surrounding her face
were the most beautiful
black
curls
never unwavering
from their delicate position
The coats all hang
in their assigned
yet unassigned
position on the rack
looking messy
Rolling up and down the shore
the waves have no boundaries
Sitting in the corner
a girl's desire to play
the six-stringed instrument
but still it sits
A cup of coffee
rests on the desk
waiting to wake her up
and begin the day
Revealing the truth of the world,
the mirror reflects only
what it sees
Clear plastic container
I've used you so many times
I don't remember
what you originally
contained
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