No Expiration
Looking for a dream . . . waiting on the train.
Red lipstick and a suitcase full of hope.
No expiration.
Swirling fantasies collide with the conductor’s call . . .
“All aboard.”
I make my way down the aisle of mystery,
And I wake. Breakfast needs to be made, laundry beckons me
To a clotheslined horizon.
Looking for a dream . . . waiting on the coffee.
Red Lipstick and a skillet full of hope.
No expiration.
~cdy*b
About Cheryl Yale-Bruedigam
Cheryl Yale-Bruedigam has been writing spiritually for thirty years. With undergraduate studies in English and women's studies, she devoted over a decade of research and writing to women’s studies and spirituality.
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