A Simple Carbohydrate by mindgallery
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I had a foster brother Bobby whom I shared a room
when we were both in second & third
grade
Bobby made small drawings of angels with crayons
and he’d tape them onto the wall
by his bed
each night he’d kiss these drawings, so
I asked what are you doing and
he said
i’m kissing my angels
goodnight
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And every once in a while we flew
or at least we tried to
find heaven
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Walking quietly through
the moonlit night
our toes
know more than
words can
say
A Simple Carbohydrate Production
every once in a while
when we were in second & third grade
we flew quietly
through the moonlit night
kissing heaven, angels, drawings
he said, I know I can
our words say more than
what we tried to find
a brother, a room, crayons and tape
goodnight, Bobby
A simple carbohydrate
Become complex.