Globes of water shimmer with reflections of modular homes
Each dollhouse is complete with plastic action figures
The sky is gray and blue and angry in revolt
The grass glistens with tinsel like Christmas trees in the rain
The grass is cold and wet as its blades wrap my arms and jeans
I dream of carelessness and rolling in the mud of watery holes and ditches
Wet hangs in the air after the storm
I can hear the yelling fighting hatred even from the yard
I pretend the low clouds are rafts to carry me to sleep
But the words ricochet in my mind
Like alarm bells ringing louder and louder
I press my hands against my ears and SCREAM!
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