She once was a funky unicorn--
we both midnight animals,
occasionally I'm a sufi moon baboon!
We wear cloud wind trousers--
surfing dusk persimmon & rose air,
laughing ecstatic dances as we rest.
Nighttime tricksters we are,
southern denim night blue ***** she sings,
peppermint thieves shadow-monkey sways in breeze...
Our gracious words of thankful creativity
dance in the wind,
lollygagging off into the sunset....
For Fah.
Thank you for dancing with me.
