My heart trembles like a poor leaf.
The planets whirl in my dreams.
The stars press against my window.
I rotate in my sleep.
My bed is a warm planet.
—Marvin Mercer
P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem
New York City, N.Y. (1981)
4.6.11
Kid Poetry
My heart trembles like a poor leaf.
The planets whirl in my dreams.
The stars press against my window.
I rotate in my sleep.
My bed is a warm planet.
—Marvin Mercer
P.S. 153, Fifth Grade, Harlem
New York City, N.Y. (1981)
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