Mazed Shadows
I am hiding here to avoid writing
another poem about the weather.
After all, today's clouds prove
indifferent to lyric, wallowing
with pendulous breasts
over the gray green river.
Perhaps I will use this time away
from the elements
to create a new world for myself,
one cunningly woven
from youthful moments, from
a long ago trip to Hawaii,
from afternoons spent digging
bare toes into a beach. Or
I’ll make this place
a small tent built of sheets
slung over couch cushions
where adult voices can’t enter,
where white walls shimmer in
an invisible fan's breeze,
and stories dance across the fabric
in mazed shadows, magic spells
filling my innocent head with their
golden air.
April 4, 2014
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