Flute

December 10th, 2011 § 4 Comments

A two-foot tube of secrets
Waiting to be opened
With a bunch of keys.

A slim precision rifle
Punching silver bullets
Into the ceiling.

A bright magic wand
Conjuring brooks and birdsong
Out of thin air.

Where Am I?

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