little ripples of belief,
a quasi-imperative felt
while gliding down
Jefferson Avenue
some sort of ancient
urge to reflect.
then, pausing before
the gren-gray shoppe,
a huge sign proclaiming
get yours now,
I decided a reading
might salve inner
longings.
and pain did recede,
the old crone probing
deep veins of fear,
morsels of energy
slipping into neutral,
my whole being
licking creation
as it was
as it will be
as time would resolve.
yes, I see it you will be a hero of hero's, you will come into a great deal of money and have women throwing themselves at your feet; No wait I was reading it upside down. ;0)
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This is a well written piece of verse.