The Ave

Mismatched, trinkets
These shops
Are all curiosity with doors
And I find myself trying
To venture through each
As if I am in a Wonderland
With Lothlorien and Rivendell
Lingering in the middle
Magic, fingertips grazing
Over archways
And before the noise
Of the crowd drowns
The lines of the road
Before the colors
Of the fair
Absorb me
Into the background
I catch, hints
Sculptures lining the avenue
Guiding us all home


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