The Art Created

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The sun,
too young
to know
much of anything

in hope
bends down
to pull
water from the ground

and build
with clouds
his kin
like shapes in play-dough

as weight
and wind
tear down
the art created.

The son,
who forks
and knifes
his mashed potatoes

to match
the hair
he once
knew on his granddad,

whose mum
walks in
and says
to cease. Stop playing.

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