There’s only a few spaces
left behind after curfew, and
the lines that divide left and right
aren’t dark enough to be
seen from this height.
I dreamed I’d glimpse you
tonight, from my spire,
leaving her with the weight
of a couple old, gold suitcases
and a green card grin.
Assumed you were aware,
I liked comparing our mugs,
sizing your pants and thighs,
admiring the way you
swallowed whiskey with pride.
Thought you knew I heard you
playing that song again and again.
Head tilted back on the rest,
drumming your heart
on the steering wheel crest.
So the day of the pull-out,
when all the cars emptied
leaving you naked in the lot,
your grin my companion,
my ghosted gaze caught
yearning for someone to trust,
then you looked up, saw
your quarantined Rapunzel vine
leaning over railing towards you
inviting you to climb.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Had to read this twice. Glad that I did though!🙂
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Thank you, friend. I’m glad something rang through the second reading. This is a bit streamy-dreamy for me, but fun to write, and then hope you’ve left just enough words for meaning to come through.
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steamy dreamy, he he!
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Thank you for sharing!
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers!
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maybe because I wrote a Rapunzel poem for my covid collection — “No Fairy Tale Tower’ — I knew it would be a Rapunzel poem but I enjoyed it, more lusty, so I hope our hero climbed :P)
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Thanks, John. I’d love to read your poem. Is it on your blog? This is complete fiction, other than sometimes I like to people watch in a totally non-creepy way. I don’t know if he’s brave enough to climb that high, but I like to believe he he might someday.
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yes; just checked; still there; just type in ‘No Fairy Tale Towers’ in the Search bar and it should pop up
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Excellent.
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