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Jastan Young Poem
Mouth in grass,
Fox it's nose to the ground.
Eating easter eggs,
Under bark and branch a tree.
Sun is up.
All three.
Passing of the burning tumbling,
Tumble weed.
Copyright © Jastan Young | Year Posted 2007
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Jastan Young Poem
Cristal chewed gum,
From her house,
Living room,
To my bedroom.
Some times shed keep it in,
Other times it would come out,
On yo a napkin.
For years after,
I'd be ready for a kiss.
Every time,
A wiff of sugary, pink,
chewed, bubble gum found,
It's way to me.
Reminder of the babysitter,
Dozen times give or take.
That happened, but don't count.
Once dropped of at her house,
avoided.
It wasn't my bed room and,
Her parents where home.
Not knoing what to do,
with my hands.
I stood in the living room,
Looking out the sliding glass.
To the pool in the back yard.
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The cat,
Has cast away his coat.
For day clothes,
Hat, shirt, pants.
Pockets full to bring home,
Marbles, playing cards,
dirt from the grave.
A plate using his hand to move a fork around,
And wipe his face.
From the trees the orange fades away.
Back the cold white light.
Preparing for sleep he puts his clothes away.
Copyright © Jastan Young | Year Posted 2007
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