when leaves hesitate to fall

flaw
is an avant garde ink door
open it
the overall ceiling
already loves it
the new Big Ben clock
the newly formed brain cells
six-foot pointed sunflowers

flying dumbasses
forget their sunglasses
wave magic wands
at imperfect universe
stamp their feet in agitation

flaw
is an avant garde ink door
open it

by mary ann blinkhorn

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