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getting back to me

prominent front teeth
baseball cap askew
a ball of sun behind him-
my boyhood self
morphing into the sky
angel tanned
with wings made of a muddy shirt
and then there's me
with my cigarette fingers
I whistle for his dog
to enjoy the bubblegum lollipop
still stuck on his face
looking at the dog I wonder
could it lick away my adulthood too?
is it's tongue wild and silly enough?

10 Oct 11

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