Leaping, lunging, lurking
into strings of recollection.
Colorful, rainbow spheres.
Floating and dancing on walls.
Garlands of dialogue,
cut through,
dangling daydreams.
Words, thoughts, stories
manifest in midair.
She writes,
as if to open,
doors of imagination.
Questioning,
deep penetrating,
mysteries.
That seem,
to travel,
into spacious infinity.
No subject,
was out of reach or bounds.
No hoops, to jump through.
No walls to scale.
No corporate ladders to climb.
Or stages to find.
Relaxing, into the
sun kiss shadow,
of a lazy,
Sunday afternoon.