Scotch and a Scrungy

She stands.

Hair wrapped

In a rainbow scrungy.

Colored energy flows

Through each strand.

Clamped up

To control

The unparalleled sunshine

That would otherwise

Run through this land...

She walks

With a cane made of chalk.

Leaving lessons of Love

On sidewalks traced

For the hopskotch kids

To erase.

And there's a bottle of Scotch

On the shelf

Begging to be bought

If for nothing else

Than to be drank.

And she takes it.

Leaves a twenty on the counter

And makes it home,

Where she rests it

Next to the bedroom phone

Remembering how drunk she got

On his voice...

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