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Those two
at the roadside
never cease to yap

She the handsome one
and she the beauty

A warm bubble
about them
Foggy morning
light grey-gold
sweet syrups
of seduction

I do listen
(after all
they’re me)

They point me
to the parade

I decide what we do
as long as there’s just
us three

Though sometimes she joins
a ravishing mystic
in indigo silk

Little else underneath
she trumps the pack
this forest mist being

But we always see
eye to eye

We promise each other
a truer day

We four
we adore

© Chagall 2013