misery wears a crown

I.

misery wears a crown,
resting politely
on his head.
old men wave
as indifference
fluttered by.

stars don’t dance
tonight.
acquiescing,
I step into
a cloud of purple.

II.

the sunlight plays
Mozart as I waltz
beneath the shade
of a tree,

empty of leaves,
leaving me grazing
among barren
                  waves
of grain.

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

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