"Toy Cloud"

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The rabbit has stolen,

The big bear’s pointy red hat.

The frog looks longingly,

At its evaporating pond.

A powerful glow comes,

Off the sunflower.

So everyone wears goggles,

My son rolls around in the ferns.

It seems he has overdosed,

On sugar cookies.

Does he care about the bear’s hat?

To him I am a ghost on a bicycle.

I remember my father’s mouth,

Reading aloud beneath his beard.

He is hiding in my face,

The toy cloud is filled with rain.

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Poetry Credit

Thank you to read, With love from @radhikapatel