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Visions

Visions

a sprite, hair spiked up, in a yellow dress like two triangles / Torii leans back against the wall, smiles / the dog’s exhale is a cymbal crash / my own head tilted listening for my master’s voice / snoring from down the hall mixes with the dog’s disappointment / bell rings three times, pulls me back

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Christmas Day 2021
State College PA

Published in My poems Poetry

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