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I’ve spent my life burying dreams
in little glass coffins of cobalt blue
interning tiny shadows of fetuses
scratching their fingernails
against the slick sides of my mind
in a frenzied attempt to be born again
Each canopic jar
hides its buried treasure
from the foreclosure
of all my worldly goods
tied up in escrow
Every night I take one out
of its royal blue sarcophagus
and air its silent cries
in the deep lungs of the night
when the moon is sleeping
behind a thick wooly blanket
and the wind blows antiseptic breezes
to lick away the mold
sucking away at the value
Someday I’ll take these dreams
and exchange them for a tomorrow
born in the bright yellow sunlight
of a new and different life
with no debts left to pay
against the principal
~~~~~
Bronze trophy winner
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Thank you Tara 
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