I like the way you talk
sometimes,
without blinking
and scratching your chinwidening your eyes like
a funny cartoon,
or when you are sad,
like a puddle after the rain,
and then I crack a joke,
or perform an awful
tap dance on top of your desk,
like that thin paper-boat,
of joy and laughter and smiles,
silently traveling in your
puddle of sadness.
~ August
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MOONTRAP: A collection of English Poems
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