write your story


Once upon a time,
a lonely place to live,
characters on pages,
costumed in a closet.

A rescue and curtain call,
scurry out stage left,
orchestra music booming,
words blasted into space.

The streets confused,
a problem arose,
phobias and people grew,
living beyond bookends.

A poet’s prayer,
when fully known,
the pen strikes but days,
he welcomes the parade.

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