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Thu, 24.09.2009

PICTURE OF A MAN by Calvin Forbes.

He draws a man,
bright swirls of red.
And I say give me a tree.
He points to the middle
of his red and says
“there’s a tree!”
Tonight without complaining
he goes off to sleep
asking why in his story book
the big boats have little
boats. He shouts
goodnight: I ask if he wants
the lights out-
he says no, that he can’t see
without the light.

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