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Thursday, March 9, 2023

in a mist


by dog e relaford




i love to lie in bed on rainy days
and dream of long ago heroic ways
when knights and yeomen battled for the prize
of a limpid glance from a maiden’s flashing eyes

when golden banners above castles flew
and fleecy clouds emblazoned skies of blue
when clashing lances garnered loud applause
and love and honor were nature’s only laws

the four winds filled the sails
of explorers who brought tales
of glory beyond price
for those who dared to throw the dice

sadly things have changed
and the world been rearranged
by bankers, bureaucrats, and clerks
beneath gray skies behold their works

now shipless sinbads roam alone
through caverns of steel on streets of stone
helpless vassals far from home
clutching cups of styrofoam

with brains benumbed by tumbling numbers
can they awaken from their slumbers
the sun has set, the boat’s adrift
and no light beckons through the mist



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