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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3436 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention receipt Dale McLain Oh sweetie}, he says, voice like black velvet, the color’s all wrong. Would you, perhaps, have the receipt? It lies hidden in my purse nestled and crinkled with more of its ilk altered beyond recognition. Oh blessed ephemera, unreadable verse scrawled on slips of paper words and ideas the promise of poems that long to be penned. One has fourteen words for want, another says amulet, sultan and hush, vapor of grief, the lantern went dark wisps of words; my heart’s own ink. He waits, then offers a holiday smile. A rickety truce forms amid twinkle lights. We lay down arms for tonight. But there are no returns |
