Sunday, October 31, 2010


My papers are scattered
All over the floor
My shoes have all jumped
From the safety of the closet
Now they are running down the hall
Just like my dreams
Free from my imagination
And wild
Holding my body in stillness
All I can do is day dream
While it would take five minutes
To clean the kitchen floor
I pour some ginger tea
Cover my painted toes
With a soft blanket
I have had for ten years
Which is younger then the relationship
I have just rekindled with myself
I slip into a world of
French toast on a Parisian deck
Overlooking the Eiffel tower
Wind blowing through white blouses
Cheering myself with mimosas
Saying “here’s to being spoiled”

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