Scott Kollodge Poems

If you purposely crash your car,
Into someone else on the tar,
Is it still called an accident?
Either way, in an accident your car may not be bent,
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No one around, fear in the air.
Long, dark black hair with no order or reason,
Dark pits leading to curious eyes.
Digging into brown, tightly packed dirt,
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Smooth, sand colored walls
Gently meet each other.
Cool night breeze sneaks in
From all sides, causing
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Oh no, not again.
Over by a large
Outstretched pine tree,
On top of thin green needles, sits my ball.
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