Petals weaved and laced for limbs,
Infinity intricately at his feet,
Arrows of lobster clawed feathers,
Shooting lanterns up the street.
Four corners in black,
Multiplied with moving tints,
Grey flowing into the endless drift,
Scissors slicing ribbons,
The final trick played by twins.
Redly lit and pink warmth of a bird's statue,
Emitting frozen tones,
Evermore catering his fortitude,
Fleetly plucking each leaf,
Each one falling and bending,
Into smokey cat-eyed gleam.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
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