The challenge today is to let reality and fantasy blend a bit in the heat, then find a shadowy patch under a tree & write your poem. Visit dVerse for more poetry.
This is where the porcelain horses gallop,
rasping in the wind as Pachelbel orchestrates
his Canon in D. This is where mocking woodwinds muffle
thundering ironed feet across peat and
dared riders leap adagio and free over twisted falls.
And this is where my misfit toes dig
inside cooling sands and where I am lulled
inside the fevered painted sky.