Sprite
I imagine: shrinking so small to fit inside of a rose,
I feel the soft petals against my skin & the intoxicating scent -
pink sunshine cotton-cloud soft.
Out I come from my cocoon; sprouting translucent wings from my tiny bones.
Fragile, microscopic sparkles - the day has shifted into night now.
I fly up above the blue green grass & up above the trees.
Up above the lightning bugs & foxes' telepathy, moonlit gardens &
lines of laundry.
Portrait of a Lady in a Walmart Parking Lot
A blonde beauty with an angel-like face; round as the moon,
a young mom. Husband in the store, kids at school.
She's got a plastic fork in one hand, cigarette in the other - it's raining &
fog hits the Walmart parking lot like a tranquil morning in the mountains
of Japan.
She sits unruffled in the drivers' seat of the minivan, a mouthful of soggy
hotcakes like hot butter & coffee spilled all over an old mattress.
Hollywood Dreams
Everyone has vanished from the land of big dreams & silver screens,
the eternal stars left in sand & shambles.
A continuous matrix of technicolor landscapes & Marilyn's handprints -
are they lost or chosen?
Forever frozen.
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