inspiration comes from funny places,
like a newsletter
from my seaweed man with these words
resonating their way onto an art page.
three come falling
fortune or fate
destiny dancing off a plate
how do you meet your meat?
how do you greet what you eat?
cold winter days and long nights,
the house is quiet early
the children go to bed soon after dark;
then I slip out
quiet as a mouse
play with paint, glue, recreate
for a spell.
imagining what may be dreamed . . .
love at first sight:
could it be
balloons and ice cream?