Outside the window,
A pushcart can be seen rolling
Into milky dreams, set up
By a prize-giver, a fat cat, a
Man in a large two-tone booth,
He’s trusted, and his prizes are accepted,
Fields and fields and grass and things
Can be found, “and all of this is yours”
He says. “Who wouldn’t want this?” we say,
From behind the window.

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Spencer Black is a masters student living in the deep south and enjoys writing fiction - sometimes poetry. Sometimes people agree that his work should be read.
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