Toadstools, bees, & a magic swan
hidden in bracken, laced with fairy lights.
Dried vines like ropey arms pull the traveler
to a fairytale castle of standing stones.
Wind chime, bell, & banjo trill the wish
in a heartfelt locket holding an oval
of a doll’s Stonehenge
on a slim black ribbon.
What about the marvelous
What about the pocket
watches of friends
from one-hundred years ago?
What about their portraits
in black-ink splotches on antique paper?
What could be finer than walking
hand in hand with the dead?