And A Movie

as always my thought is contained,
kept stowed for fridays.
though the gilded guise pertains
to poetry
none - the - less
its left for you

you being'
the sand that blew
painted patterns at my feet

the milkshake I enjoyed like a child-
the train, books and a movie
somewhere in time

by Cee Bea

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