Tercet

Pink flamingos prance with Hooper cranes high above a vaulted mall ceiling, a China-blue sky paints fluff upon stucco clouds. I hold your hand playing hide and seek, intimate inmates in our open cage, we are concealed inside a crowd of glitter tramps. There are rampant plaster angels, there are neon rainbow fountains, there are screaming cherubs. Eyes mob shop windows. I lose you in the crush and crowd. Jewelry dazzles on blue velvet carousels. Spied you on the edge of a mirror, you’re seeking my fractured reflection yet too many fake diamonds impede. Murals crumble under a thronging press, exit doors spin, spun by a midday sun no one but I can see the ghost riders. Found you under a plastic palm. I thought you carried a child in your arms - it was just my love that you held so tight.