Dear
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Abbey Morris, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2011
A luminous, fluorescent moon,
Drifting in dribbles of dark ink;
Vibrant- beaming shades of
Dawns and dusks; string quartets,
Oceans’ curlicue, and thousands and
Thousands of blazing fire-flies Pulsing with the bright lights; Bitter, sour scents of a mixed lemon And lime; glazed drops of fresh tooth-Paste; glistening spider webs Dripping with morning dew; radiant Cinnamon, luscious arbor, and
Fatigued monarch butterflies sleeping In the willows; lonely, lesser flames Upon waxed candle-sticks; flailing Hair, lingering musk, and steaming Loaves of butyraceous arlic bread; Blooming bouquets of velvet
Roses bonded firmly with crimson String; a chatoyant cat’s eye, like An azure gem glimmering as calm Twilight; caressed skin, simple Perfection, and space, an alchemistic
And dark keeper to celestial Bodies Unknown to the naked eye