Wes Magee Poems

The Sun is an orange dinghy
sailing across a calm sea
it is a gold coin
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It is the end of a school day
and down the long drive
come bag-swinging, shouting children.
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'Inside the chimney, high I climb.
It's dark inside the sooty stack.
I lose all sense of passing time.
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The minnow I caught
Lived for a few days in a jar
Then floated side-up on the surface.
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This is the rhythm
of the boneyard rap,
knuckle bones click
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