Rodeo Drive

I like your words.
They look so pretty, sitting soft and sweet within the glass display.
The saleswoman beckons me inside,
Inviting me to try them on.
They feel so comfortable,
Loving, warm and comfy.
Somehow I knew they would.
But then I look in the mirror and see they don’t quite fit,
And I am reminded that I can’t afford them anyway.

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I sat still for awhile and let my heart dream.
I lay down in the clover,
Nursing things not seen.
‘Mongst the diamond colored dew,
That gilded my bed,
I found the dreams I’d long left for dead.
I was shrouded in the jeweled miasma of sleep,
Breathing air both magic and sweet.
I found the land of Hatters and Hooks,
The land of Nonsense,
The land of Books.