Mopping up sprinkles on fingertips, the end of the party,
round sweet remnants, in so many colors, matched the balloons
that bobbed overhead, and I upside down on my bed
pretended to walk on the ceiling.
© Chagall 2015
Tag Archive: fantasy
The beat of the plumes of the fantail wizards
takes my breath away.
© Chagall 2014
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