Well, I met her in Floyd.

Well, I met her in Floyd.

A Poem by May Fosnes

Tracy has a monster inside her.
Tracy has to sort some stuff out.
Tracy has to travel
       to resolve
       to unravel.
She saw the burning buildings
falling down,
and a crying princess
losing her crown.
Tracy knows.
Things can't be undone.
She thinks, 
history is just retrospective, yet
it can be resurrected. 

© 2020 May Fosnes


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Added on March 20, 2020
Last Updated on September 5, 2020

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May Fosnes
May Fosnes

VA



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A Poem by May Fosnes