Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Get-away


It’s a little like reading poetry,

this presumptuous feeling

as I drift surreally

on the arms of the autumn wind

with nothing to restrain my mind

relying fully

on a few gaudy synthetic bubbles

and poetry

to carry me over

a world of dwarfed troubles,

a canopy of roof-tops

of pasture and sea

sprawled in a patch-work quilt

far, far beneath me

It’s so quiet here….

Mo-o-o-o-m!

Where’ my hat?

Jolt!

Bump!

Reality!

Janet Martin

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