In Pink Fluttering the Wings of Blonde Night
In pink fluttering the wings of blonde night
Her tender footsteps on my dark pencils
With ease would she call the cascade all down
Stoking the bubbling mountains in her frills
My quiet monks would fight to press black grapes
While her worlds would show up in red and white
To peel bananas would enter wild apes
In envy would look down April starlight
Boundaries of all sorts are just nonsense
Said her smiling sky blue blouse while away
Let poems knit the flames from the contents
The ground got busy in a tremor sway
All trees have stopped blossoming flowers now
Sparkles cups of drinks that she did allow
Dated July 8, 2019
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