Gumball Poem by Howard Johnson
Gumball
Do you ever
Wonder why?
Silence sits
Coiled and posied
Its apearence
Appears unexpectant
The dark shape it has
Is Easly recognizable
Watching the blades of grass
Winds sweeping them......
Their texture moves eneven
They have talked before
A gumball, bought from machine on the street
The choice received was red
Its color painted on my lips
Facinating me of your thoughts
Or finger tips..........
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