ode to a flamingo.
She awoke to scents of MINT, jelly and Paint brushes WHISPED FORward and BACK dripping paint, SPLAT! THE watermelon just fell off of the table, DAMN these arthritic hands. It will soon be time for the DOG to have itt's bath against the dark GREEN Barn - it looks LOVELY! Can't you just picture the LAKE IN THE winter? OH THE PIE IS BURNING ON THE WINDOW SILL, WATCH YOUR STEP, the RUG sometimes flips up on the corner of my mind rests an image OF YOU...The pinkness of your feathers create a GLOW around the room lingers the SWEET Aroma from your P I P E...