‘twas a million places
a million cries
and a million winters
ago
in some ex-ballerina’s
apartment with eyes
in a city bewildered
by snow

‘twas the time that was perched
tween the land and the skies
in a basket of wonder
and willow
tween the yesterday’s hurts
and tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose petals of dawn
on the pillow

‘twas the world that was simple
it spelled you and I
in the hand of a happy
beginner
we would dance on the ceiling
(I don’t recall why)
and upset so the ex-
ballerina

when we left in a hurry
forgetting to pack
our mem’ries
she roused her ire
she arranged our wings
in a neat sky-high stack
pirouetted
and set them on fire

 

©2013 Sasha A. Palmer (aka The Happy Amateur)

Written back in February 2013 in response to Poetics: Leonard Cohen and Place.