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Poems 2005 Alligator scales fell from the sky like the
daisies that danced across the
veranda that late autumn morning when
everything was still in place in the back of your skull.
Reverse the clock just a bit now
so we can dissect the frontal lobe of
evening's quaintness.
Together we can rule the world
one jack-o-lantern at a time.
After all, the children are still swearing that
Peter Pan is flying through their bedroom window
after mom and dad have snuck out the back door
to dance like they did when they were young.
Honeycombs slick with the saliva from smiling faces
yank Time's string back a few years.
