Pastel Flowers

A Pastel Flowers in the Air, Breathing,
Careful not to Choke Kind of a Day

    A little red ribbon spies an avocado, and, well, you'll just have to see for yourself, tap dances to the edge of the table. Down into the whistly, merry land of the double shag carpeting. A gusty old wind then picks them right up and sets them down on a high shelf, where spiders hide under the slightest things, waiting for the chance to pounce on juicy hands.

    "We will skate on the silken fingers of clouds. You see? You see how it pulls from the other places? Away we should go. Let us indeed."


(c) 1994, Matthew K. Coughlin