Maracas

by Logan Jewett
age 5


Time is flipped,
Half-white.

Exercising in the twilight
Air, crickets sing.

A man was digging the dark
Which is scared of the dark.

Paper airplanes do
Three loop-de-loops at once.

The sky tastes like scorpions
With Daddy shaking maracas.

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