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the Sound of Scissors
shear snippets
that slinky and
smear into my ear
reminiscences...
of sneaking past bedtimes
and Kool- Aid kisses
pictorials...
of playing with my sisters
riding bikes
till we get blisters
lemonade arcade sound
of Pac- Man dying
in a game
the tang
of granny green
sour apples
our dreamy beamy
illuminated eyes
suckle summer shine
dramas and commas
distorted by ripples of time
as outlines
flicker through
my mind drift
from the sound of scissors;
of running through
water sprinklers
spiraling like twizzlers
sparking from the flint
of the sound of scissors
and my daughter's laughter...
that slinky and
smear into my ear
reminiscences...
of sneaking past bedtimes
and Kool- Aid kisses
pictorials...
of playing with my sisters
riding bikes
till we get blisters
lemonade arcade sound
of Pac- Man dying
in a game
the tang
of granny green
sour apples
our dreamy beamy
illuminated eyes
suckle summer shine
dramas and commas
distorted by ripples of time
as outlines
flicker through
my mind drift
from the sound of scissors;
of running through
water sprinklers
spiraling like twizzlers
sparking from the flint
of the sound of scissors
and my daughter's laughter...
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