I DO ALONE
She came into my life like a cooling breeze on a hot day.
I remember that. . .
About most else, I speak from a faulty memory
here in this house of stucco and wood where I am so awfully alone.
But I seem to recall Beauty?
Something to do with the Little People?
Something about a Fairy.
Beauty was a Fairy?
And she came.
And she cooled.
And then she was gone.
I do alone really well.
Really. Awfully well.
Well. I used to.
Copyright 1999 © Ronald L.Haun
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