belated feet walking

one never knows what to do

when it doesn’t make sense

 

laughing with foolish teeth

she follows the skulking mist

until its footprints drop

down, down, down

onto a clay street

defacing a clay dog

that leaves her heartbroken

 

belated feet walking

she calls his name

tender fog presiding

protecting her from

bulky truths

telephone booths

big dipper in candid sky

 

does she resign

or does she fail to do so?

 

she holds out an apple

embracing the star within

 

by mary ann blinkhorn

 

Written for Three Word Wednesday at:  http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

This week’s words:  bulky, mist and resign

 

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