translucent, bright, soft,
a day at the beach
Jimmy is his name
tubing with my brother,
onto the lake
the cause of broken crayons
as though he fit on her hand like a glove
to do it all again
crossing the path
something that maybe he is not providing
when our marriage was off course
lizards, cacti, and foxes too
If you like reading poems
a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line
dreaming dreaming dreaming about me
I think I'm a good kid
Author notes
contest: the magic of three
A contest entry
- The Magic of THREE! Stealing the third line from your own poems to build a new poem! by Melodies.
600 points, ended March 16, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a guy was driving drunk and crossed the line
dreaming dreaming dreaming about me
I think I'm a good kid
lol THAT MAKES TOTAL SENSE, you know.
The rest of the poem reminds me of my dreams. 
I love it because the randomness is very pleasing... love the broken crayons.
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lol no sense at all ..nice
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