Colors, like Mexican pottery in roadside stands,
Float through my head,
Swirling and dancing, alive
With the night's smells.
I am happy.
Chili makes me laugh out loud for no reason,
Mustard makes me dance, and
Avocado makes me sing.
And I eat of the fruit,
And the hot spicy foods,
Until I'm worn.
The pots become shards
of clay in the day's light.
copyright Denise A White
08/27/2013
Float through my head,
Swirling and dancing, alive
With the night's smells.
I am happy.
Chili makes me laugh out loud for no reason,
Mustard makes me dance, and
Avocado makes me sing.
And I eat of the fruit,
And the hot spicy foods,
Until I'm worn.
The pots become shards
of clay in the day's light.
copyright Denise A White
08/27/2013
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