In Photos and Poems, I combine two crafts that I dabble in, hoping they’ll complete one another.
Children may like the idea
of a never ending game.
Only we are not children
Though we weep and ask pointless questions
about the doll tilting to its side,
that whiff of jasmine at nine AM,
the icy grip of a mellow song.
Who left the light on last night?
Dreams? Oh, but we don't get good sleep.
(Not as good as yours anyway.)
I'm not a child so I don't play,
though sometimes I do a double take
in case you wish to be found.
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