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Songs 
of my father’s 
belly laughter 
flow through the eye 
of the needle 
and around the loom 
with each abdominal contraction. 

It reminds me of  
home. 

With an icy heart, 

I watch her play her part, 

Casting a spell on the land. 

To many, she takes everything grand. 

With the dark blanket of clouds above, 

I don’t want to grow up

Because I don’t want to pay taxes

Because I want someone to take care of me

Because I’m a little bit scared.

I am grown up

Wherever there are dark skies above

just beyond

there lies crystal blue waters

found in wait

on top of darkness

that the sun doesn’t reach

for it is too far down 

Nature's Canvas 

Amidst the forest’s vast and tangled green, 

I roam beneath the shadows and the light.