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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...
Written by DeanD
Published | Edited 2nd Dec 2017
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