Early morning body

is like marshmallow fluff

so light and sweet and full

peaceful, memorable

So cruel to let it go

daylight tells marshmallows

are not real

and ridden with corn syrup

Off to contrabass I go, then

 

 

 

I fluttered about

barely anyone knew I was there

Then came down one day

walked on eggshells

Now I want to see my prints so deep

that weather wouldn't cover them

How curious would that be