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by Amara Malik

Summer dreams

Summer dreams

Sunset red

Hear the birds sing

Traffic jams

Piles of spam

Litter the streets

Watch the flowers

Bloom from mere buds

Amongst the filth of


Look at the

Dried winter fields

The brown twigs

And weeds

The layers of winter snow

Or wet, spring mud

Contain the wrapper

Of your morning lunch

And midnight snack

Or the box of your

Brand new designer watch

Notice the plastic bag

Looping through

The branches

Swinging and flying

From one tree to the next

The dead, the unbreakable

Capturing fragile life.