Sunday, April 10, 2016

Limping through Shangri-La

My unicorn threw a shoe
and sent me sailing headlong
through a gentle mist

of sun rays and birdsong
until I slammed against the stony edge
of a lovely double rainbow, colorful

as the butterfly I crushed while sliding
feet first all the way down the glorious arch
into a pot of molten gold.


First appeared in Poetry Breakfast - April 2016

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