Yesterday’s Dream

Imitating “Happy Days,”
With precious cups and saucers
Spread carelessly across the ground,
Ritualising “Captain Fantastic” picnics.
Blanketing the veracity of realities pain,
While the laughter of the cups falls
Loosely from their lips,
Like limp orange peel with nowhere to go,
Just “A Candle in the Wind.”

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