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Connor Poem
Connor Poem
Connor Glowacki
A boy runs out from his familys cabin,
And wings on feet he flies
Through the woods
To a clearing away from leaves and oil lamps.
On his back the grass kisses his neck and he re-adjusts his legs;
Hands behind his curly head of hair
He watches heaven poke through the sky
As thousands of angels eyes peer down from above.
The hours go by the as the lights tilt around the tree line,
And the boys head tilts to the side
As he falls asleep.