That was another day
and yes another time;
when the wind was pregnant
with voodoo messages urgent—
a mere thought although,
under a tree with its first visitor yet,
and as questions went abegging
blue moon appeared and crossed
over the treetops exposing fireflies
that whizzed past leafing through gory pages
in the sea of darkness with its vivid stories…
and lo, my imagination grew more wings!
