Imagination On Fire

Imagination on fire Burning my muse Trixie's feet Making her dance hard and fast She grabs a tree limb off the purple tree. Swings herself up, hanging upside down. Eating a psychedelic sandwich. I do not dare ask what it is. Fearing the answer might include grubs and worms. She laughs in my head, and sends her minions into the forest to collect whatever water they can find. To bring back to her tree where she is dangling. Thinking mightily about dropping herself into the fire of the meadows I am not worried, knowing she will create pink grasses that suck up the fire and break her fall. She never sacrifices herself in a poem, always me.