Wednesday, 16 January 2013

MoP, Day 17

my imaginary friend
walks with a limp
and has a lazy eye
it was born this way
and it was told
in no uncertain terms
to smarten up
or ship out

it shipped out
limping onto a boat
that sailed over clouds
and stars
it worked the rigging
before abandoning ship
at a foreign port

so then it travelled
on a drop of dew
sliding over spiderwebs
and resting when the sun came up
after a close call with
it left the dewdrop

and let itself fall
through two decades
and a lifetime

before it landed
in the pot plant
outside my bedroom window

and it has been here ever since

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