‘twas a million places
a million cries
and a million winters
ago
in some ex-ballerina’s
apartment with eyes
in a city bewildered
by snow
‘twas the time that was perched
tween the land and the skies
in a basket of wonder
and willow
tween the yesterday’s hurts
and tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose petals of dawn
on the pillow
‘twas the world that was simple
it spelled you and I
in the hand of a happy
beginner
we would dance on the ceiling
(I don’t recall why)
and upset so the ex-
ballerina
when we left in a hurry
forgetting to pack
our mem’ries
she roused her ire
she arranged our wings
in a neat sky-high stack
pirouetted
and set them on fire
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
prompted by Poetic Asides
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