Pak 'N Boots

AN ODE TO "C" 

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bells, bikes, and trucks bending
metal joints, creaking
tight corners, bated breaths

military piper trills, drums in shades
frost lit revelry melts to mist 

lavender tulips, relentlessly pressed, 
eager arms, reluctant sun
swans glide, mysterious warning 

magic, lurking in dank corners
history seeps through cracked bricks 

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merging clouds, windows, mirrors, 
breaking, china glass
images, reflecting in sweet sorrow 

surfaces shimmer, seeking a thousand year dream
melding, morphing, twisting, trailing
shadows of an ancient self 

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the hall of kings has no idea 
what to think of me
a modern anomaly:  red parka, heaving hiking boots, and black skinny jeans 

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stain upon the royal ambience 
existing, still 
in muted tones of stateliness

the lion gasps...
i catch my breath...
the past trickles through...

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Written by

Karen

Independent Producer/Director focusing on stories with strong social and cultural messages layered artistically and musically to create a unique multi-dimensional experience.

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