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,
rach
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