Tote Bag Poems - Poems about Tote Bag

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...Eyes close head tilt back... As I arrived out of thin air the sand was warm to touch the tide rush in from the shore water cool as it covered my feet rays from the sun heat my skin I sear......

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...In Michigan, we have cherries. Flavoring our whole state. Tart juice that drips into everything. So we add sugar. Cherry trees nod as we drive by. To the cherry festival. I bring a tote bag to ......

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...Anyone who’s ever worked in a bookstore knows we would be kidding ourselves if we thought the only stories in the store were housed in the books upon our shelves. Here’s a little secret bookstore......

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...Glancing at my watch I dash outside, whatever the motive behind this constant pressure, mindful of a less than gorgeous sky, chill-induced pitfalls lay ahead, to do list stuck on kitchen back doo......

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...A jackdaw is stealing my tote bag of unused words, a rodentlike kibitzer, a pecking dictator of the worthiness of sounds. If I run out of bullets now he will take over my range, blue-pencil my ......

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...A God-honored teacher, Miss Ruth Vance His gift to our town, His circumstance. No replacing her bulging tote bag - It was priceless, minus the Gucci tag." and now the rest of the story.... T......

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...School Girl A thick and heavy wooden door yanked off the wall Carried into the street by a black man Peddling wheels and bicyclists ran the streets People strolled on sidewalks With han......

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...As I was sitting on a bench and I was looking at this tree Down ran a chipmunk, who came to say hello to me I reached inside my tote bag to see what I could find To give to Mr. Chipmunk while......

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...Cameras The root of my agony Lies beyond this dollar store To my foremothers and forefathers Shackled by thieves Stolen from the graces of Africa Their feet once light to The drum's rh......

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...My plush little Starflyer at pause in her play. Your doorway to happiness a glance. A spirit to conquer your independence. A start, if there ever a chance. The tote bag you carry drawn on by i......

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...The bus station is empty, three hours to wait. The girl behind the counter, long black hair hanging in ringlets, stares lazily as we approach. "May I help you?" The homeless man wanders in ......

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...Her only exercise is to get up for food or water or to relieve herself in her private chamber. I walk her outside about two or three times a week but she's no sooner outdoors then she wants to ret......

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