holding on to everything, then letting it go

..

shall we dawn a spring-sparked dance
of bubblebreeze, drizzledawn?

grin me something shimmer-skipped;
scar-curled stillness, whispered on.

giggle me ghosts and lull-balloons,
a spilled-rose cloud that leaves too soon.

leaves of green, twist-shadow sky,
open the journey; melt into why.

cue breath.

……………..jar death.

 

 

..
A second quadrille for dVerse, The One With All The Words. 

 

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