The Narrow Bench

November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

The remnants of her favorite funnel

Protruded from the battered luggage.

She knew it was too late to determine

Why the suitcase had been flattened,

So she lingered on the narrow bench

Under the dusty tattered banner,

Wondering if she would ever find

The huge elaborate libraries

That housed golden particles of lace.


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