poetry is easy: make something out of nothing
to begin with, here is nothing, hiding somewhere
in the o
on your way to kindergarten you carry a pink
umbrella, an antique lampshade, a fairytale turtle
under which you are invisible and I think
you wink to the man in the traffic light to go green
you hurtle. you are not hiding. nothing can be seen
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