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Dawnell Harrison Poem
Strawberry fields.
I want to go there
where giraffes in art class
form human shapes
out of vanilla candle wax.
Surreal like a Dali painting
with melting clocks
strewn over large rocks
where nothing is real,
but not so unbelievable either.
Copyright © Dawnell Harrison | Year Posted 2011
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Dawnell Harrison Poem
time was bending and unbending
against the day.
my music rang out
like a church bell,
steady and true.
my body a metaphor
as it moved to the thump, thump
as if my heart
was a metronome.
Copyright © Dawnell Harrison | Year Posted 2011
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