left out in the rain
fiction
edward w pritchard
My life is not like a house of cards,
more like a tinker toy house is my life
that two six year old children left out in the rain
when they had to come into the parlor suddenly for Sunday lunch at grandma's
and the steady rain, wind and drizzle
shrunk and folded
the green plastic tinker toy fan blades
hooked to the tinker toy unpainted wooden stick pieces
supporting the tinker house structure
that once were my plans and dreams
for a life less than ordinary
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