Mind in the clouds
floating one’s tired back
on earth tanned
plastic chairs
addressing postcards
to the man with a straw hat
and a huge I painted on
his chest.
His fingers pull some strings
to which an elfin dances
a poet is scalded
the artist in his soul
hugs the elfin sweetheart
who showers him with
sweets and snacks
for his upcoming trip
to a nearby city
beloved by Mr T
the man with the straw hat
who is well known
at the City of Fate.
The poet thinks of elfin Nica
who’ll be six days at
Sun and Sea.
Nus. Evol.
zoltanzelan
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