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beyond the reach
of worry –
the muddy feet of dreams –
sunlight paints the floor
and junebugs cry
while racing thru
the kitchen
a river golden green
mistaken me for windows

to make a song
of summer
glories into vine
purple dress as gypsies wore
in circles dancing round
holding hands
telling lies

of dearest me
in letters bound –
by scarlet ribbon fate
a fortune left in dishes
cardboard home
beside the ghost
of wishes –
last year’s Christmas tree
soiled linen graces
neath the sink

someone meant
to warn me –
someone said of luck
the crickets sing
of broken hearts too much
one more sun
than I could think
of reasons not to go
when all the windows
to the night

. . .