Writes With Pencils

fiction, memoir, essays and poetry

Month: May, 2017

Getaway Bus

She stands erect at the bus stop,
with a small suitcase
sitting on the sidewalk
next to her
and a tightness stretched
across her lips and brow

two parallel lines
that lead nowhere in particular,
but map
the trail back to
where she left

for good this time.

Remembering Camelot

image

Every fly
is a dragon
when
you are a knight
righting wrongs
with a cattail lance,
standing guard
with a lily pad
shield.

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