Author: Tad Winslow
"If you don't work nothing will." Maya Angelou Read Bio
Rainbows
came thrown
like the path of
a touchdown pass,
Grown like a patch
sown like cotton
seeds lead to cash,
Folded and flown
like paper aircraft,
Alone, like I laughed
n’ everyone groaned,
Stoned like detached
magma gets scratched
smooth in the grist of
the weightless abyss,
where pebbles don’t
settle, because, well,
everything is moving
on a molecular level
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