Cicero Grey

If ever encountered with city life
One may be slightly fazed
The crowds, the noise, the energy
Is enough to put one in a daze
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There was a girl whose favorite treat
Was ice cream, that she'd eat and eat
Her favorite shop was 99 Flavors
She'd gobble up whatever they gave her
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Where sea and shoreline meet
On long and lanky feet
A lonely bird, a hungry bird
In search for som’ to eat.
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Smoky city night
Piercing yowl shatters the dark.
Nonchalant to the
Bloodshot glares from dark windows,
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Oh wispy wooly kiss of dew
What is it that inspires you?
An eagle's nest, a kingly throne
A gossamer heart, a wishful bone
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Words are concrete once they're written
Smiles are captured on the page
When I cried and laughed and shouted
When I bit my tongue in rage
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the horizon dips and jumps over pine and stone
And drenching indigo overflows from the sky
Sinking
Down into the roots and crevices of mountain
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the crescent glows so gently bright
a timid newborn, blushing white
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Your poetry will never bloom
out past your room, my dear
Your rhyme and meter shackles
keep your poems leashed and near
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I'll try that, weaving left and right
Shrugging past forks and winding in tight
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who's coming? giggle and groan, to ask is a task
what about the cake? I'm sure I can bake
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When a hand reaches out to shake another
The crowd draws in, bodies press against each other
Clawing fingers, scratching fingers, push the hands apart
In fear of change and losing what they hold dear to their heart
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The windy breeze is playful tonight
Tickling the dogs to bark out loud
Combing my hair into careless braids
Stirring the trees to whisper and dance
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I used to be all in one place
But now I'm stretched and strained
I used to be an open window
But now I am paned
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blinked to see if
it changed the view
if by clearing the tears
eye could see you anew
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