HISTORY
10.1.19
i share a legacy with the sky
we both know how to carry
some unanswered prayers
some unshed tears
we water what is most important to us
the morning i told the flowers about my love
they blossomed
sporing like mushrooms – i can pick out people
who do not know their own worth
sharing a table with the fat man
a radio voice of boom he makes my lovers laugh
two witches, a doctor, and a hung over gnome.
those who say
this is no fairy-tale
i wish them magic