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Image poem
on the way home,
the rain is crashing down on the car,
the water splashing up off the tires.
turning into a very quite gas station
so much to be done.. unpacking the car, getting food, the car needed a deep clean.
slid out of the car, exhausted from sitting in there for a few hours
walking to the door we noticed something.
a very fragile and thin man
we went up to him, he was shaking.
using pastel colors to draw his emotions on a notebook
walked back to the car
made black holes in the grass,
we got a sandwich for him from our floral bag
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im not a writer or into poetry really but I wrote this piece just like I was having a vision like just a little dream that I was driving and all these movements and actions happened so I just wrote a poem about it, but thats what inspired this piece