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
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