Sleeping Beauty’s Proxy


With a smoke so thick it cast shade.

The devil in his Archie Bunker chair.

And, I in my tabletop rocker.

I knew…I had been made.imageedit_9_6953307773

With the grin of broken, red tainted, golden arches.

 

And, offerings of Girl Scout Cookies and Moxie.

I knew…more dues need be made.

I knew sleeping beauties…were just a proxy.

 

 

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