beyond twenty questions
there’s nothing in the past
worth dwelling upon
(at least none that I can remember)
and while the future may be clouded
by chances of earthquakes and tornadoes
I can only hope those ancient westerly winds
will soon bring a serenity
as lovely as la niña
once my fuzzy thoughts gave way
to clearer skies
all the little ones rushed out of
the bushes in a swarm
surrounding my sandaled feet as I
continued to walk through the wet grass
their curious minds abuzz
pleading for me to teach them more about
magic carpet rides and flying saucers
I told them digging deeper into the ground
is simply preposterous
instructing them instead to set their sights
light years beyond the stratosphere
where the sun can never hide
and life is like a dream
september two thousand fifteen
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magical.
Thank-you, Poet.
There is no end to your imagination. But even with the aliens, there is always truth in there between the lines
Thanks so much for your lovely comments.
wow like a fairy tale and sci-fi all mixed up…clever
thanks so much Denise – so glad you enjoyed this one!
I did, and what’s more I think you should do another like it.