only fragments
Pippi Rag Doll, close up (Photo credit: Katy Kristin)
A vision, once, on a small planet near a shining star,
expectation of supernovae in the air, a crowd, but
not crowded, as far as the planet curves, and the coolest
girl in the Universe with a hula hoop, gyrating her
hips next to me. Red hair and freckles and singing a
Siren’s Song, a Pippi Longstocking, perhaps Pippi herself,
The throng turns toward the sun and then the Star bursts
and the Light washes over all of Us.
And We are back on this small planet. Pippi hulas the hoop
again and the Star bursts and the Light washes over all of
Us again.
And a third time, We are back. Pippi is standing next
to me and smiling and holding onto her hula hoop and
hulas once again and the Star bursts one last time, the
Light washes over only Me…
And I trail off into fragments, only fragments.
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