Orange-Rolling Poem by Jill Shah
Orange-Rolling
Rating: ★5.0
Pick one off of its support.
Throw it down a hill.
Go! Faster! Faster!
Oh fiersome, glowing suns.
It's luck, physics
Keeping you mine.
Winner of mine.
The last corner,
Pick you up.
Kill the winner.
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4/26/2024 12:05:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Jill, I love this poem. It screams wonderful summer day. I see it and I want to stand on that hill and throw my miniature sun. Peace, L&T