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POEM: owl

November 6, 2011

A quick piece from a writing exercise I did with the kids I tutor. A lesson on internal rhyme.


on the hour

bright lights fight

for power

for the time to light

up the night right

on this hour

a white owl bites

the very tip of a flower

sour-tasting it scowers

the lights hold tight to owl’s eye

gone blind

white owl sees white

no sight

falls hard onto the night

onto the ground with a

pound of powder

outside of the street lights

a man steps right over

the,

owl that died this hour

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