….
In tutus and tights
………………………………we each write
our song; hers is
…………………….brown with bright purple
polka dots and I am blue
……………….with fuchsia girl
-ie swirlies. Today, we only want
…………….to sip lattes,
cuddle kittens,
…….design Gypsy
Bohemian Bedroom
……………………sweets,
paint our feet
in lilac trees. When
…………………………….we sneeze, the sky blows in
-digo cotton candy snow
……………………….and pale pink
dreams.
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What a lovely day!
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I love it! I totally read “feets” in my head, though. I’m in baby mode, so I say things like, “Where are your feets? Are you gonna eat your feets?” all day. 🙂
I love how you snuck in “i.e.” My little grammar girl.
“paint our feet in lilac trees” … heavenly … as is “when in lilac trees, we sneeze” … We’re allergic to them of course, ’cause we’re allergic to everything! But we still won’t climb down. 🙂
I so love that the title is one word. ♥
Is this a conversation with your different poet selves? Lovely that they can get along.
I recognize this from the images I saw yesterday! And I love the idea of you guys in tutus! (exercising with blue shiny pants 🙂 ) “pale pink dreams” beautiful!