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
with skillful fairy-tale similes.
Then a watcher, eyes heavy with sarcasm,
bares its teeth and leaves.
A story teller
stretches a too long story-line,
a fraying thread snaps,
a curtain falls
he begins again.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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