or coming in, don't they start somewhere
in the deep unconscious, but is it cosmic
or internally generated, I always wondered
as I picked up the one made in kindergarten
that had found its way into a pile on my desk.
but I have two, one was bought with hard
earned pennies and it hangs on the window
facing the street while the one made with
childish hands hangs at the window
near my bed catching dreams of optimism,
of mud puddles and chocolate cookies,
of puppies and the wind rustling in the
willows where Pooh Bear and Piglet
are stuffing their faces with honey.
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