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Marvin T.
so what is the color of your sky Marvin?
pink blue?
flaming green?
what is the flavor of your language?
strawberry words
apple phrases
newly fried tomatoes as paragraphs
of your letter
to papa?
ah, the skies Marvin need not be blue
or white as most people want to see them
or as what they claim to be for all
those solidifying years
Marvin, the skies were crazy violet
flaming hues of red trees
it is how we want them
and not them to want us
so tomorrow what will be the color of the sea Marvin?
why not try the stone gray ones?
or turquoise? or saffron?
a sea of daffodils
an ocean of magnolias
an island of vanilla ice cream
anything goes really
in this free world
ah, do not be a turn off
be glad, you are young and beautiful and free
mothers at first may junk you
as fathers always do to their sons
breaking the rules
of the masculine game
but Marvin, take note
you are you and there is no other you
you're so far
the best because you are the freest
of them all
latest dragon
fly sticking all its feet
on the syrups of the
nectar.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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