Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Unrehearsed

my thoughts of subtle
interwoven memories
create colorful tapestries
of golds, blacks, and browns
and white picture frame boarders
carefully surround so none
will escape nor be allowed
in as doors have been
closed for a while now;
a holiday expose of
sandy beaches on which
solid ground restaurants
feed those willing to pay
what few can afford,
and the lines drawn now
were never there before,
but over the years, these
tapestries increased in value
with embellished memories
sold on the black market
are available to all those with
hands in pockets to enjoy.

14Dec14

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