Kylie Rowe Poems

Freshly cut fat corncobs,
Cherry trees exploding juicy red fireworks,
Apricot trees plopping warm furry orange drops of sunlight,
Plums begging to be burst by bird beaks.
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Sun.....light,
Sun.....shine,
Sun.....bathe,
Sun.....bake,
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Sleep doesn’t beckon.
Sleep is an undertow, gently dragging consciousness out to the deep ocean of dreams.
Sleep floats on a bed of waves, rocking and…. rocking.
Awake…..asleep…..awake…..asleep
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