Doing Time With Unicorns
Time to step back from this table
Been bending crayons against these papers
Hours and hours floating away
In lovely dreams and fairy tales
My fingers and toes ache to stretch a bit
Out my door and down the road
There’s a lady on her knees in her garden
Caspia and Tritonia petals smiling
Pulling weeds to make it perfect
Not so different she and I
I understand her need to please.
I pull a smoke out from the pack in my pocket
Strike a match then the flame
The air fills with floral swirls
The whirls change into forgotten shadows
Deep dark memories return to haunt
Not finding peace here just yet
Not finding why I have to, just yet.
Throw down the smoke and grind it into the dirt
Head on back to my tiny space
A covered camp without any trace
The love we had is finally asleep
Don’t wake it up, let it dream.
Alone is where I need to flee
Among the ashes of what used to be
Until tomorrow arrives with renewed luck
I’ll be here drawing rainbows
Doing time with the unicorns and fables
Under cloudless, starless skies –
Alone is where I need to be.
©Susan Morgan Bosler, November 18, 2012, All Rights Reserved
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