Nonfiction

I have given up fiction
Of all kinds
For now
Illusions
Delusions
Wishful thinking
And short stories
Novels
Thrillers
Romances
And tall tales

I have given up white swans
And black swans
Stopped transforming frogs
Into princesses
And got a grip
A handle
A firm grasp
On reality
Letting those romantic dreams drift away
Like morning fog
Burned off
By a rising sun

I am content with things as they are
Putting fantasy
Pipe dreams
And desire
In that ash heap
That dust bin
That oaken hope chest
Where the shards
And the remnants
Gathering in a simple pile
May soon
Hopefully
Be forgotten










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