dirt on the welcome mat

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sunshine warm as trickling blood
and colors wrapped in rainy mist
whisper must into dark layers
of dried promise and future bliss

~~~
collected to rot,
the tulip bulbs, 

sad orbs misshapen
like old, dulled eyes
dwelling dusty and dark

in the basement, their ark,
their coffin sealed tight
with concrete carelessness

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Sunburned feet sink

Into the stretchy black abyss,

Into the woods’ dark holes

Into the dark pond mud,

And slide across the cool concrete basement floor.

Then propelled by springs, flailing fingers reach

To the top of the sprinkler,

Into the popsicle box at the back of the freezer,

For the fireworks as they burst above the pond.