Small dreams of a late worker
She stuffed the stars down her stockings
and left;
a quick upward glance of salvation
to the money shining in the sky.
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Loved this.
Lxx
I loved it, too.*
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a beautiful strange
I like this very much. Even though it's right there, and alive, it's beyond my complete grasp (which is nice).
No waste. *
Really enjoyed imagining this and sharing that "quick upward glance".
I have no idea what this means.
Which is what I love about it. I don't need to. It's about whatever I want it to be.
Weird, I had exactly the same reaction as Sally... But yup, I too dig this work.
love this.
Thank you all for the comments above! I didn't think such a small piece would have generated so many clicks! Much appreciated!
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my god, so much in such a small space. It's hard to write short poems that contain a world in a few words.