Yellow red maples can frame
your bicycle, the river’s roll may bathe your voice,
sunbeams through wood will kiss
your hair.
your bicycle, the river’s roll may bathe your voice,
sunbeams through wood will kiss
your hair.
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I might not look at the leaves at all tomorrow
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Yellow red maples can frame
your bicycle, the river’s roll may bathe your voice, sunbeams through wood will kiss your hair.
10-27-2024, 06:09 AM
Delightful. Hints in title and L2, then payoff at the end.
Non-practicing atheist
12-04-2024, 08:27 AM
very sweet. I love the subversion and the fluidity of the form. I also very much like the incorporation of the title into the meaning of the poem. It adds some refreshing depth to what would be a pretty, descriptive poem without it. I have a hard time coming up with anything to be upset about in this very sweet poem.
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