Stone the Sky and Huff

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We’ve only got a few magic beans left, remember, Love?
We sold the rest for a stray cow and a song. If the tin
-tinnabulation of her dwindling bell tells
you nothing else, let’s recall that
here there be giants, and we are Lilliputian small.

Huff out that angry fear all you want, Love. The
sky’s still stoned with our madness and our tears.
Come, play connect-the-dots with me, in stars;
perhaps Orion’s got some answers on this belt.

Let’s claim a midnight cloud for our own,
wait around and watch the moon melt
from period to comma. Maybe our story’s still written
here somewhere, in inky haze and days of un
-held breath. Maybe we’ve actually won. May
……………..-be our once
upon a time has just begun.

Prompted by Quickly in September, day 24.

Linking up to dVerse Open Link Night, February 2016.

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About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.
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