Still Leaves

Wrap around the ken doll beside me.
Isn't ripe green color
Surrounding brown paper sack?
Fade and slip,
Holding a towel.
Open for me to walk
Inside the upstairs neighbors bathtub
And umbrella me from raindrops
As fruit of a banana is leaking matchsticks.
Cold, it was snowing outside,
He wasn't soft.

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