
By Stephanie Bray
In a midnight vision, you could be a queen
But could you be a mouse?
Jubilee tinted, coarse inky fur
Skittering through a great big house.
Peacock, pear, gumdrop green
Sage palm print sheets envelope me
A symphony of colors conceptualize
Open my eyes,
Materialize.
Painted ladies of the Weimar scene
Flush cheeks, short hair, and dichotomy
They dance on my walls in a crimson dream.
Swaddled by this vibrant sight
A cordial sunset kisses my skin.
Golden spice creeps into blue
And flocks of sheep are ushered in.



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