We Began Anew

to animate imagination I chose cashmere, apricot, opal and platinum soul’s command center smiled puddles of ideas came swiftly I discarded them Tossing them into the stream of nowhere tantalizing whiskey wishes played in my dendrite field I tossed these tidbits and trinkets aside Sycamore stem of consciousness rolled her eyes I slapped a mean name tag on her trunk Dendrite field used its largest pinkest eraser We began anew My spirit guides began playing with the ignition switch My muse slapped me upside the head When is it our turn? She asked me. I truly had no answer.