~~~~~
The spoon rings hollow in the cup
like an echo in a haunted canyon
and the dreamcatcher
snares only flies
instead of the moonlight
But it’s a calm day
all the same
and there’s peace in the pockets
of my little white dress
all sewn up with red
Though I can’t help but wonder
if whippoorwills can still fly
in the daylight
and is that full-breasted sun still burning
there
on the other side of the door
for something so much more
~~~~~



)and it would drive me crazy if the last one didn't follow the that pattern
(That wasn't intentional, by the way, but that's just the way my skippy mind works 



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