You cast your life behind you
like a chameleon casting skin.
Like in some YA fantasy, where
reality turns slippery, you fall into
the tapestry you’re eying
and have adventures to the din
of worlds colliding.
Where a dying unicorn
sings to save the world.
Lives are cheap; you can always
invent another.
With apologies to Alan Garner.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Friday, May 26, 2017
Midlife Crisis
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
wordpower
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