falling cherry blossoms
i stepped into art
this morning
smack into a cherry blossom
and I was
30 or 40 times
with globs of rose clouds
as if God
has been waiting
for me
to wake up
and join the pink sky
baptize me 
in warm kisses
i am dizzy
and floating
in a summer lake
cradled by mountains
pterodactyl clouds,
children’s muffled voices
like petals
on Cherokee hills
you drench me in sweetness
so much more than i deserve
i think i will burst
or wake up and find 
it was all dreamed up
or imagined
or worse:
but today
i had faith
in what is and what will be
when i joined the children
dance in the rain
the “wise ones” watched
like stuffed owls
hardly moving
sipping on bad beer
we giggled
and smiled
shared our best moves
which were perfect in every way
then we 
on the pink ground
and felt
the rain fall
on our faces
like prayers
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4 Responses to prayers

  1. dulzimordash says:

    Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.

  2. Followed before finishing the poem, for what it’s worth. 😉 (then I finished reading of course)

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