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The Perspective of the Reflector

February 16, 2016

I sat in the curve of the toenail moon,

my legs dangling over the inky blue and

my feet swinging to the rhythm of a tune

heard only in my head.

As I turned my gaze to the earth below,

I watched the darkness chase the light—

or was it the other way ’round?—

across its bulging belly,

playing hide-and-seek with time.

The lunar daisies nodded in the cello wind

as I swung a straddling leg over the thin blade

of the golden crescent,

settling back into its glowing chaise and

popping glittering stones of green cheese

into my laughing mouth.


7 Comments leave one →
  1. Me. Sparky permalink
    February 17, 2016 4:45 am

    I love it!

  2. February 17, 2016 10:43 am

    I love it too – beautiful imagery and such clever playing with words <3

  3. February 17, 2016 2:21 pm

    Love it! FUN!

  4. February 18, 2016 6:32 pm

    write on, my delightfully creative sister.:)

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