Wallpaper Of The Gods

Sleep was so deep that dreams could not be fished. A sense of dreaming lingers though. A bowl of breakfast poured. A door opened. No sign of a storm in the night. The ground is dry, things are where we left them. The sky is puff and pearl on blue: that background cornflower colour so popular on postcards.
Flock wallpaper of the gods.
Lazy smile. I'm outside. It's my wallpaper too.
Clouds last all day, into the decorous drama of night.


Suze said…
Girl digs.
This girl digs too.
Lisa Southard said…
And I dig that you dig, you fabulous ladies :-) xx

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