Imagination
If you look to the east
at the winter`s morning
sun through the wrong
end of binoculars, you
just may see a lit match
riding an ice cube to
Denver…Or, maybe just
a smaller version of
sunrise. It all depends
on your imagination
and childhood.
Copyright © Charlie Knowlton | Year Posted 2019
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