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Press Into Me

Press into me one more time My firey leaves are quivering at the cusp Soon my house will be gray and dull And winds will remind how cracked I am   But not now. Maybe not ever again. Look around, who else is this red? Press into me before I go …   I’m...

Squinty Eye

 I saw his eye, in the squinty squinty sun I thought it might be dead The cicadas and spiders are changing their guards Even the mosquitos have become fat and slow But not that eye, in the squnity squinty sun I saw it...