Purplemidnightfromaspoon
A flurry of stars,
exalted moon,
purple midnight from a spoon
soothing indigo delight,come
taste a dream come true tonight.
Potions printed on the leaves
of pregnant avocado trees,
pestled up and mortared down
in cooscoos and the tears I found
falling from a bright cascade
in WindyMoor,a place I made,
trembling lightly on a hill
where children come to drink
their fill,
of soothing indigo delight,come
taste a dream come true tonight.
Copyright © David Donavan | Year Posted 2006
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