Dan Burke Home - Felda
Felda
On Tuesdays her tooth rang
The whole town sat anxious and waited
Then, buzzing loudly
Out of turn and patient
A young girl giggled with heel clicks
So the townspeople stabbed her with fear
And her pillow soft middle that bubbled with lace
Danced like winded sheet sails
But no storm ever mounted
So the little girl laughed
And her little tooth rang
And the clacking of heels
And the buzzing of child freedom
Then the townspeople silenced
And drew narrow-lipped face
And waited ’til next week
In patient disgrace
Dan Burke Home - Felda
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