Beam Street
Flick swash, the stars painting on the ceiling. The bags of sand. On the floor boards. Bill Waterson. Autumn memories.
Wink. The light bulb winks.
Hello Herbie
Its time to go bananas.
I named my light bulb herbie
underneath the tree
i named another daphne
and daphne shone
even though her bulb was broken
underneath the tree
there were at least five stars
in the bubble of the crystal ball
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