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Poetry: Night

by Jennifer Brister

Silly boy and little girl lost
Twitching feet and dirty hands crossed

Eying her with pockets upturned
Nodding head and stomach churned.

Taking her in - body and soul
Lapping up gravity from a water bowl.

Chewing her gum and blinking like mad
Scribbling out an idea that she had once had

Watching him drawing - there in the dirt
Spattered mud pies all over his shirt.

Taking in sunlight, but witching the moon
He was bent toward the earth with a filthy spoon.

Caught late in the night and just before frost
Silly boy and little girl lost.

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