They laid a grey flannel blanket on the floor.
Piled on toys and pillows.
Set a red chair on one end.
Taped a sign on its back.
“The Chocolate Racer”
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in the well there is a clear cold spring
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Vehicles fast and slow traversed the tile ocean.
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What’s wrong with a high-salt, high-carb, high-fat, mid-night snack?
Two nights ago, my wife made porridge.
Aged cheddar, black pepper, sea salt, and leftover rice.
Righteous.
She made it again.
The kids devoured it before I came downstairs for lunch.
I scraped the pot before doing the dishes.
Less quantity, less guilt.
A moderate luxury.䷜䷯
the town maybe changed, but the well cannot be changed.
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How can we habiliate them with this?
“We’re good at warehousing.”
(at the youth center)
“They have no vision.”
About our capital
(and the kids)䷮䷰
a man permits himself to be oppressed by stone,
and leans on thorns and thistles. -
A plastic park phoenix rose from the turf as blocky ashes were swept into the pink storage bin.
She built a pet park.
A monumental arch led to a pond and a dog run.
Dali, Roofie, Little Roofie, Tiny Roofie, Chocolate, and Molang (the bunny).
The brown and black dogs (and white bunny) chased each other on the verdant lawn.
The green baseplate formerly undergird a house.
She built that with mom, a one bedroom tract home, not unlike our first house.
Alas, creative destruction.䷫䷃
a melon covered in willow leaves.
hidden lines.
then it drops down to one from heaven. -
The kids went camping in the bedroom, a beautiful mess; no bugs.
One blue smudge on the sheet.
Annother on the ping pong paddle.
Wash his hands.
What? More!
On the bed, the dresser, the laptop.
His arms, her shirt.
The wall.
His face.
Eureka!
The leaky pen.
My hands.䷩
It furthers one to cross the great water.
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She loves nature, but not bugs.
A family riding bikes.
A Sunday evening jaunt.
A radio blasting Mariachi.
A memory, eating tacos.䷰䷠
Starting brings misfortune,
To remain persevering brings good fortune. -
How can you find pleasure in a popsicle when your brother is howling in sorrow?
He spilled a drop of that sweet, sweet yogurt drink.
She promptly wiped it up.
When she turned around,
He licked the table.
Not fast enough.
“No more snacks!”䷍䷝
A big wagon for unloading, one may undertake something.
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Even an offer of popcorn could not mitigate the great distress at the privation that was inflicted upon him.
While clearing the table, I finished his last bite of lunch —
a small spoonful of rice and veggies.
I was chewing when he wandered back into the dining room.
He bawled, fell to the floor, and wailed.
His sister strode in to console him.
A pteradactyl swooped down from the sky.
The terrifying dinosaur was befuddled.
Its head was stuck in an ice cream cone.䷾
An Auspicious Beginning,
A turbulent End. -
To her chagrin, the living room was best as a royal wreck.
I came downstairs to a party.
Yesterday’s tower had reassembled into a sea of tables.
The storage bin lids are tabletops on toilet roll legs.
Dora the Dalmation eats straw with Unicorn.
Bear-Bear shares a Rubik’s cube with Violet, an elephant.
George, Adventure, Tiny, Hello Kitty, and Blades chat around their own table.
“Happy Earth Day!”
I add the globe from her desk.䷼䷓
A crane calling in the shade.
Its young answer it. -
The plastic sacks of salt and starch steadily dimmished then disappeared.
He fears two things.
Mother banishing his toys to the garage.
Not so worried to put them away properly,
Just enough to extract an pledge that she won’t clean up after bedtime.
Father coming downstairs to the pantry.䷋䷥
What if it should fail? What if it should fail?