The Age of Unicorns

she likes leaving clues to her own obscurity

in her poetry, she writes of glorious

things left behind on window sills, when soldiers

make their escape from figurative castles

 

on other days she plays fairy-tale games

lets down her hair and dances, over drought

flooded plains, where water once carved out

deep canyons, and unicorns now forage in sand

 

 

Copyright July 2017

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