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Scotch and a Scrungy
She stands.
Hair wrapped
In a rainbow scrungy.
Colored energy flows
Through each strand.
Clamped up
To control
The unparalleled sunshine
That would otherwise
Run through this land...
She walks
With a cane made of chalk.
Leaving lessons of Love
On sidewalks traced
For the hopskotch kids
To erase.
And there's a bottle of Scotch
On the shelf
Begging to be bought
If for nothing else
Than to be drank.
And she takes it.
Leaves a twenty on the counter
And makes it home,
Where she rests it
Next to the bedroom phone
Remembering how drunk she got
On his voice...
