Tales
Some memories are a pantomime in a dolls house.
A slide-show in a small theater.
Audience of one.
The spectacle is painted in sunny colors,
some skillful child chose fairy-tale smiles.
A head heavy with sarcasm bares its teeth.
The watcher arises
stretches an ancient story-line.
Starts again.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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