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  • Madeline Franz


My heavy hat falls forward

covering my eyes

blinding me.

Reality like a beard

masking my features,

stealing my individuality,

leaving me standing stiff

(while beautiful blooming

flowers burst from the ground

around me). Sprouting

high above my head.

Shafts of shadow peek

beyond the sunning petals.

My eyes snake along the path

boulders blocking my way.

Too large to imagine climbing,

with such a fragile frame.

The thought brought breaking porcelain

to mind – as if I could hear it shattering

from here – I couldn’t attempt to move.

So I remained rooted in place. Forever

gnomed in the garden of life.



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