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Coming home on a rainy Monday
I’ve been several persons today, but
Marilese came home to her family;
a letter, an envelope, original,
different, a ribbon, stones, to
join those in my office, a photo,
a fairy, I travel backwards in time;
a hairpiece, a colleague’s comment,
your hairpiece looks like a frayed carpet,
I’m happy, wearing my golden hat,
can’t see to type, but that is all-
right, I didn’t want to see the
one-eyed Cyclopian Troll Interpol
in any case…
* Yuri Nieman, a South African poetess on PoemHunter, thank you for the stones, I have already covered them in gold and silver glitter in a token of sun shining on them!
Margaret Alice
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