prism light
on the skim of puddle.
an oiled rainbow
shaking color
in arced stripes.
beauty was in her smile,
I remember that.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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