Rainbow Salad
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Rainbow Salad

the walk through the city

And half of the Jazz

when one carries ancient planks of wood
one often holds the future
when children stop from play to look
they prove they’re really children
when the tiniest things make the biggest splash
then men learn to rule the waves
yet none of this stops a single storm
though few ever bow their heads
for the deadest seas … are older than life
and the wettest deserts … still thirsty
and even a…



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Fox Kerry

If you paint for me even one thing which is true, perhaps I’ll be tempted to consider two. I tell tales poetically, someone else needs to set them to music.