Tuesday, November 27, 2012

a poem with pictures

The Keys

Inside the outside pocket
Nowhere to be found
Unzip, searching, scrambling
Moonlight shining down

The clank of a metal gate
A shoe stuck in the crack
Little monkey climbing and
A friend to watch your back

Some useless, hopeful staring
Credit cards all snapped
Deflated, unsuccessful face
A new plan needing mapped

Through the window
To find a backup, a spare
Apologies were given
But I didn't even care

All was fine but alas the gate
That I still had to climb
With ease and grace I found
Myself safe in no time

The door now shut and
Incense lit, smoking in curls
I found myself as comfortable
As a princess in her pearls. 

feeling at home, away from home, 

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