Rubber bands
Surround me
Piles of them
Arranged by color
I knit them together
Until my fingers turn blue and purple
I sit cross legged on my floor
Determined to finish what I started
I knit a rainbow of colors together
Thinking of her
She always reminded me of rainbows
With her bright bubbly personality
But once you thought you had her
She was gone
I spend my hours
Knitting rainbows
Hoping to give them to her
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
