Maybe these wonders

that float by the bed

of the wandering traveler

will ever find peace

to the rivers it washed

on the shore of tomorrow

but the train has departed

time itself frozen

in ice-trays for scalding

hot yesterdays

lollipop remnants

askew in the hallway

of this rundown shack

rewind the

disk so as to portray

all the shame felt

by this day

we say Hello..

hands waved to the sky

as rainbows descend

heaven above like wings

white as the

snow, but pure like

nothing seen before

we dance...

mixtures of speech

blend like smoothies

of strawberry finess

every stripe, every spot make

the gold seams of the dress

stars wear. year

after year it grows

to burst with

confetti they float and

we stare...

blankly each moment

is blurred

muddy images pierce the walls

drip do they fall like rain

on the ground covered in

petals and petals of flowers

so red but yellow

we hug...