Dust Bunnies
Big round puff balls
floating freely As you step past them they catch even the slightest wind from you and fly,
Fly away
Dust Bunnies come in all shapes
They come in all sizes
Some are created from dust and dirt
But some are formed from more elegant things, like the strings from you mothers cashmere sweater
Although the dust bunnies live so freely
So carefree, so happily
They always end up in the same place...
The garbage
Once in a while a dust bunny will get lucky
They will not be disturbed and will find a quiet place to stay
A place ware they won't get bothered with vacuums and brooms
And they can stay there peacefully and still, carefree
Concrete Poem
A Bit to Fit
A bit is hard to fit A bit is hard to fit
why you some of
may ask bit them need
and I'll Is different and has a unique mouth easy bits
tell you bit and others
that it's need hard
very hard harsher ones
because each horse a snaffle bit is my favorite
PANTOUM
The Field
I finally feel free
I feel that if I wanted to run I could
Just keep running and running forever
I finally feel free
Standing in the open field
Just keep running and running forever
I will go right into the sunset ahead
Standing in the open field
I feel that if I keep walking
I will go right into the sunset ahead
And never be bothered to come back again
Looking at the open fields
I feel that if I keep walking
And never be bothered to come back again
I feel that if I wanted to run I could
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