the line at the main entrance
was way too long
so she picked up her back pack
and tucked in her wings
to look for another way in
she tapped at a window
but got no response
the line in the back
wasn’t as long but she
didn’t have a backstage pass
she turned the corner
and there she saw a
small door covered
by vines and guarded
by doves
in her pocket she felt
crumbs from her
last blueberry scone
placing them like an offering
on the ground
the doves granted her entrance
and she slipped sideways
into heaven

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posted at Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Prompt – “(blank) ways to (blank)”