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Shadows In the Romper Room
She never slept for fear the world would disappear
nor would she take a bite for sake of living grace
and when her tinted shades of youth became abstruse
timorous with apprehension, with shied away inside
The sun appeared with streaks of gold then went away
while little bears, dolls and talent soldiers drummed
she rocked and rocked and rocked, until she numbed
"SHADOWS IN THE MORNING
SHADOWS IN THE EVENING
SHADOWS IN the ROMPER ROOM
SHADOWS WITHOUT BLOOM :
She called out to her mother behind a wooden door
while sunlight coughed up rays upon the dusty couch
a whiskey bottle fell, between the morning cracks
And while the simultaneous soldiers drummed,
she joined their stoic march with mutiny and rise.
April 27, 2020
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