The imagination runs wild! Cascades of caramel candy-corn torrent toward the corral.
The whisperer remains seated, back straight, eyes unfocused.
Imagination ninnies. Dragons scorch the house. Aliens land. Mushroom clouds burst!
The whisperer remains still.
Sighing, a chastened Imagination settles.
returning
ashore
sea breeze
Lillian invites us to express our imagination over at dVerse Poets’ Quadrille Monday.
The Pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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