huckleberry

with a carnival balloon in hand

and paper banjos playing softly beside the river

he walked home,

pausing only for a moment

to released the fictional helium hope

of ever finding his own huckleberry …

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shy

even his pen was too shy 

to say the choler words he felt,

afraid they’d awaken his dormant stones of pain.

so the words remained trapped inside the timid ink

of immearsurable emotions unanswered,

 never to be written.

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