children playing in the park
I see her running down the same dream
dressed in white to match her riding horses
locks untamed and slightly afire
tricked into going this way (then that)
ultimately cornered by the eye of the sun
there was nothing left to be done except
bury the dream someone tried to say
that’s laughable they cried in return
for shame
for shame
september two thousand seventeen
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