The Masked Trifecta
She walked with
a certain
swagger
in between
two others
they both
knew her secret
to all
they meant no
trouble
and to all
they meant no
harm
but as they walked
and played their
lovely song
of happiness
under their beds
buckets they kept
sitting
and waiting
before long
their secrets
they shared
in a small room
all white
to many others
just like them
as one
they became better
and never
read a magazine
again
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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