she ate over-boiled eggs and philosophies
on white bread toast
’til the hem of her paper bag grew pompous
and leaked over the yolks of her eyes-
flicking
drops of ignorance
on a western weather vane pointing towards an east bound sun.
speckling
thousand year old eggs with jasmine scented poetry,
she wraps herself in silk
and arises
to sip balmy truths from tea cups
floating
over rice paddies
where origami swans listen for star fruit trees
as they brush haiku across her skies
powerful kay sooo damn good! ❤
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:)… thanks … so much for your ever ongoing encouragement :)… hugs
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:)… thanks Michael
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