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April

Matt Odom

Dirty old pillows drag
through muddy sky.
Wring out paint, rake away
the scent of sulfur
permeating the air.
Drip on earthen canvas below.

Haggard bodies course
through concrete veins.
Germs underneath crawl
through splintered sidewalk,
grasp for a breath of daylight.
Sputniks in the brown void.

Jaded eyes caught
by a solitary blossom.
A little girl adorned
in a sun dress; atop
her head a tiny garden.
Skipping down the sidewalk,
enjoying the beautiful day.

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