Grace Kippers Poems
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June Bugs And Fruit Flies
Society rushes in and out of offices
Dressed in business suits and coffee stains.
I check the weather as my father winds his watch.
The son you have who promises you anguish
Does well in school and loves another.
Mirrors can be silver politicians if given the chance.
My sister's stomach is in knots
As she searches through oceans of self actualization.
Tin cans hold our secrets in buried earth.
Baskets of june bugs and fruit flies keep us unfledged
and can be held together with weaving woes.
Sea foam is devoured by sermons of consequence.