…
we tried
to go to sleep
but the world just keeps
………..on turning
our heads ’round and ’round
and ’round
………………….-robin red.
we sugar
-spun our bottles
…..instead, truth or dared
the moon to chase the sky,
and watched these feathered
fringes
…………..fly.
..
shawna wanted a sleepover poem. 😉
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Hee hee hee. Thank you!
I love the “spin the bottle” part, and how you tucked Sylvia and Ted in there. So much love for you doing that for me. 🙂
“fringe fly” makes a great verb phrase