Alone on Memory Bench
he devours the lady joggers feasting on green
While barking personal trainers
exhort their clients to greater fat burn
And keening puppies sing of sensory overload.
Amateur archivist, he opens a fresh file for
the budding princess
dreaming of ponies
whose curls bounce sunlight
while Daddy wheels her by.
A peacock screams to the hot blue sky.
And he leaves the wood to cool and forget him,
returning home to the silence left by someone he loved enough
to watch wither and die.
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I love stories, whether I'm reading them, dreaming them or living them out for the benefit of others. After spending the first two decades of my life in hot, exotic lands, I've finally reached damp, emerald England, the island of my dreams...
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