The Anointed One descended from his tower. The huddled masses saw his health, his wealth, his power. He had a glow. He had a glower. Throughout the land the people had been in a funk, they had turned to junk.…
Poetry
Poetry: Autumn Monarch
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Had I a poet’s way with words when I was 15 and had seen, she at ten, too, the new waitress, at the Candy Kitchen, I, the lone customer at the back table, a nobody but she had smiled at…