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Three things it was like (she blew it away), Joan Fleming

In Joan Fleming, poetry on July 19, 2011 at 4:33 am

THREE THINGS IT WAS LIKE (SHE BLEW IT AWAY)

She blew it away
like it was leaves
like it was steam
from soup

She felt so sad
but what
now tell me what
was she to do?

She blew it away
like it would scald her lips
more red than leaves
that grew

She blew it away
like a feather

And it flew away
as she blew it away

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