The Magic Hat. {poetry}
The path to the box was cluttered with dreams.
Boxes of trophies, and thin skinny jeans.
Also bags under eyes, and grandma’s old quilts
And other reminders of all her past guilts.
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She Stood Alone On The Edge Of Darkness. {poetry}
The sun was setting, salmon clouds under a sky of Dodger blue, flocks of geese on a sprawling lawn.
A waxing gibbous moon beckoned like she needed a guide, a divine light.