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I’m a Red Riding Hood
in the breezy forest,
trusting that there are no
hidden teeth and claws
in the blanket in the cabin
with shiny windows and wings.

Like Jack climbed his beanstalk,
I too ascend,
trying not to wake
sleeping giants in the sky,
hoping for
treasured golden memories
and luggage devoid of stolen goods.

I’m Goldilocks
wandering into seats unfamiliar,
hoping airplane porridge
and a twelve hour flight
through the night
are just right
with the companionship of
bears who are more comfortable
sleeping in different beds
than they are with others
sleeping in their own.

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Future’s bright breath

Softens her wrinkles

Until like a child

She sits,

Her stiffly curled hair

Softly tousled by

Decades of calendars’

Flipping pages.

With the whirring of clocks

Filling her ears

And memory mingling

With hope

In her blood,

She waits

With eager, bright eyes

To greet the new year,

Just as she has

For as long

As she can remember.