The king rested his hand on my shoulder;
didn’t speak.
Modestly dressed
small and quiet,
gentle eyes and soft hands
a calming presence
I wanted him to stay near.
I knew he would guide me
maybe even love me.
The party was mad
I was confused
desperate to escape
drifting from room to room
dazzled by the mural walls
moving indoors and out
to the beach
under the tree
a meaty spider warned me
not to open
the splintered grey door to the shed.
Back inside
the costumed revelers
laughed and flaunted their coverings
I couldn’t recognize my friends
I had no costume for the event.
I was myself; everyone could see…
The waves were cresting
at magnificent heights
but the beach was so shallow.
A house full of partiers
so close to the approaching swells...
But the surfers were out there
loving the ocean
yet they were losing their boards
paddling, missing the crests
I wanted to join them
but I didn’t have my own board.
While I was watching
the king disappeared.
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