Stream and Shoelace (Poem)

With nothing but a headphone dial tone,

a shoelace leaves you its last loop.

Crunching rubber upon pebbles,

the diet consists of nothing but thin air and

sandals.

A stream is a likely phrase for a river child.

It must be nice to see your offspring

go so far in different direction

than what you once intended.

 

an

Avalanche

lusts only

 

for that muscular iceberg in the distance. 

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