Cardboard horses.
Cowboys selling weed.
In or out. In and out.
The magic is fabric,
a pretty tarp. A blanket.
For the eyes.
The stage,
the fragile words sewn to the page.
punching holes in their shine.
Cleverness makes her way to the exit,
the door slams.
And yet,
bewilderment remains... gazing
hopeful. Ahead.
Andrew Tipton
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