The Contest of Me

I just formed the contest of me. It is a queenly one with an obvious winner My heart jumps with anticipation of the prizes A clean fresh page opens into a whimsical world of wow provocative possibilities prance like purple ponies stretching my mind into the outer galaxies of make-believe land The contest of me is the best thought I have had in a long time Everything that delights me is pouring into my heart-soul orange, pink and yellow paisley jumpsuits twist their petootsies lava lamps, air stream trailers, palm prints on a forehead 1960’s yellow happy face, a red 1968 442, my first kiss. Feelings I have not had for a long time embrace me Delight me, incite me, entice me, suffice me. I limit myself not in the least As the noon sun falls into my cupped hands the oak tree is smiling at my eager happiness I am joyous