Missed Moments

She misses his hand

resting on the small of her back.


The way he smelled

when she nestled against his chest.


How he always turned

to look at her when he walked away.



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Burning Man’s Toilet Paper Fairy

The familiar *ting*

of a bicycle bell

floated across the playa.


She pedaled leisurely,

a vision in pale pink

crinoline and lace.


A sparkling tiara

teetered & tottered

on a tangled mane of blonde.


Her little red wagon

dutifully following behind

filled with rolls of heaven.


Burners waved her

down and traded

goods for her wares.


Her laughter, a gift,

dancing with the *ting*

of her bicycle bell.


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