on baker street

at an angle the sun slides between her bones

to chase out the cold ghosts of dawn

who with sleep crusted auras

float to the mills of time when we were queens 

of industries that required tough skins

and a hunger to chase some pursuit of happiness 

as our kings fought the windmills of tyranny

on the shores of the land of  Joan and Henry

and in the moments of dying star blaze

the queens gracefully dance into the old river of life

to reset a past that doesn’t stay put

5 thoughts on “on baker street

  1. Every rhyme is really good, but this one ”at an angle the sun slides between her bones
    to chase out the cold ghosts of dawn” its excellent! Thanks for sharing!!

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