Going To Meet Michael Poem by Janis Land Raymer

grey ones and blue ones
round ones, square ones
old ones and new ones.

I pour them slowly into my hand
anticipating my trip to never-never land

each a doorway to the escape I seek
I swallowed greedily, ignoring the tears on my cheek.



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