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.

 

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