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Tag Archives: flip flops

the key on my necklace
doesn’t unlock anything,
and the band on your shirt
can’t help you sing

harmony sits like flip-flops,
right between the toes.

it spreads like the soft tinkling
of a new charm bracelet’s
bright empty links

it walks the spiked tightrope
of barbed wire fences,
waiting as greener grass seed
falls from both hands
and sinks

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we’re all shoelaces in the summertime

hoping for cool
under the bed shade,
a thin layer of closet dust
slathered sunscreen style,
and a new pair of flip-flops,
plastic, to feel the poolside scrapes
while we sprawl each frayed thread
careless, curled, and comfortable
like the sun’s own rays