the sun slouches 
   slovenly as syrup
down Mt Taylor's west side

the small girl
   swings, white sandals, 
touching the sky, tiny toes flexed 

a dog scampers 
     tags like tinkling shells, 
tinny as new stars in a paperback sky

Written for NAPWRIMO Day #22 “write a poem using repetition”

I was trying to repeat sounds

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