a phantom day

today I left little,
little letters in peoples
debate boxes
they fussed and wondered
who was the phantom leaving them to a quote
or a little poem.
I pretended to be curious
but inside I had already left.
Where?
my brain asked
But my heart new the answer:
STRAWABERRY FEILDS


INDIGO (the GAL who now knows how the phantom of the opers felt. She now adores him in so many ways.)