and as we sauntered down the sidewalk
i saw the liquid, honey sun pouring down from the sky, / painting the horizon golden
surrounded by waves of / pink, / orange, / blue, / purple, / red
clouds like the foam of frothed cobalt waters floating along around the canvas of never-ending color.
mother told me,
"right now,
the angels are
cooking
in heaven."
and in my reveries
i could see
a world where ethereal, winged beings of divinity
with star-filled eyes,
white and yellow daisies intertwined in the strands of their hair
waltzed on the air
above the clouds
leaving traces of aureate glitter dust following their steps,
having a grand feast
of all the fruit, food, drinks
you could ever
imagine.
-Mi
