Rae Carroll Poems

Little lines
Marked by big boisterous signs
Keeping everything neat, no leaks
No touch, no contact
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But what are we to know
How to love and how to grow
Little knowledge, little us
A little more and then we must
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Standing with her lover there
I hold the umbrella high
Behind Lady Éclair
I let escape a small sigh
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There was an apple tree in my backyard
The feat of climbing it was very hard
But when all the children came out to play
It was climbing it that they spent the day
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Love stories that end differently
No ever after or happily
A life ends so silently
But can't you see?
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A tear, a tare
Right through reality
Suddenly, it’s all right there
Hectic chaos and insanity
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They say we are
But is it true
Is it in me, is it in you
They throw it away
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The roots wrap around me like chains
Crying so hard it rains
The rocks seem to loom like an eternal tomb
The Earth keeps me bound like ropes
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The railroad tracks are my yellow brick road
I keep walking on them, waiting for it to turn yellow
But all there is rusty metal
I keep looking for my tracks to change to bricks
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