Secret Ingredients
Rope
the frayed rope, broken
bubbles breaking the surface
of the swimming hole
–
sweet spring air-
off a chestnut branch
a stout rope swings
Widows
beauty and horror
entwined around each other
in a spider’s web
–
morning mist-
time passes
red on black
Broken
the marquee of dreams
in the theatre of my mind
ripe with false promise
–
summer rain-
the blind
desert sands
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