– no title yet –

She dreams of different times and clearer places

when feet danced free in wanderlust and hair less gray

fell back in unboxed color or price

when tears fell infrequent and life grew with

a dreamlike uncertainty

But choices and voices and volleys

of incandescent lights

lured her into a belief

her dream was flickering over

edge of aluminum and potted daisy.

The sun set.

The mosquitos and cicadas

sing in backyard bands

with fences

fences with fences

and rows of

gated glories long gone

she waits for night to pass

for moon and her nonsense

to sink once more

so she can pretend they

don’t exist.


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