PRINCESS KNOBS
Tattered with taped corners, the teen's sagging
shoebox holds heavy doorknob swagger.
Seen outside when four while playing princess,
to her the antique knobs were jewels.
Rays of purples, black and clear orbs, beams
of gold-brass and blues dart in sun's magic.
The teen daydreams of her someday love and
their shared, 'boxed' fate to make doorknob art.
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