I'm so sorry. I meant to post this
Creativity Exchange this morning but got swamped. By the time it came to choose between showering and posting this, I chose showering. You may not be happy with that choice but the people I spent the day with sure appreciated the non-smelly.
TheRacket has had
his half up since foreehver... and below you will see my half. Finally. Words by TheRacket and image in response by me. This piece is called...
[mannequin in mittens]
remember that night the fireflies came out like stars?
the sun had long bundled herself
in the black blankets of the horizon
to escape the autumnlike chill that
had slipped into the evening's crisp air
me cupping my bare fists about my lips
like a harmonica player without a harp
blowing hot air like silent notes
through my chapped chilled fingers
you a mannequin in mittens
twirling about in your overcoat
like an overdressed ballerina
hiking boots for ballet shoes
the lightning bugs stuck to the sky watching you dance
art
