humanodon lil _refugee_ -Some stream of consciousness?
Here goes nothing:
Big apples fall fast as feathers
The cold coin moon
The big chinned teacher
Had liver-spotted fingers
Pointing and wagging
I miss first grade
Mrs Van Dyske's stockings
Forever cross
Her legs never touched
Go light green
Neon lichen, pool table green
I'll bet you $10 I can get her number
I'll bet you ten dollars her fingers age well
Go light green
Coins at the insert
Holding our spots
Wagging our tongues
Fingered in the corner
A teacher in the making