February 26, 2016: “But What About the Wing?”

 

He lit a candle, and by it’s light I saw
I were part of some strange dream.
I nodded eagerly.
An oddly shaped parachute.
“But what about the wing?”
My pocket watch tells me
To burn down the cottage.
We sat down on a carpet of needles
To wait for dawn.

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