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It was a beautiful day in a hell-hole town. Perfect weather broke up a Biblical torrent of week-long rains. The last day of the best city festival had wrapped the community in a cozy Autumnal sweater. And the football team had just won a close and incredible game – a contender for game of the year – full of inexplicable turns of fate that subtly hinted at a watchful and benevolent eye of God batting his lashes at them from beyond the clouds. Today behold – he cast his favor in their direction. He couldn't believe it. A fumble, a pick, a missed field goal, and a fifty-one-yard run for a touchdown, in the last two minutes, for a complete table-turning, neck-biting, thumb-sucking, foot-jobbing turnabout, twice ? It was unreal. “ That was un reaal ,” somebody plainly beamed to somebody else, walking past where he sat in the public square, observing the crowd from no distinct point within it. “ Back to the grind tomorrow!” his friend replied. “ What a way to end the weekend!”

 old unedited poem from 6/9/2023 - part of Lost in the Forest (story I am forever working on, illustrated poems) *********   The true king wanders just like you draped in rags cut on the woods he need not hide inside a tower – he walks all over the earth and calls it home So long you could not recognize him, sad eyes lonesome gazing forward turned away from problems, burdens, disillusioned with their illusory world Demon burden springs a dark dream so seductive, sheep stay sleeping just to see the storm upon the sea to watch the moon go dark And you, queen, searched for flashing eyes in shadows, shapes come forth from only corners who would never adore you, never tell you love is free Many times you've seen his shadow, and tried to pull him by his clothes, embrace you – but it always goes, wandering when light shows he is not the king The long lost king, you thought he was asleep but he was wandering across the forest home and he never did abandon