chuckling softly to myself
off onto yet another adventurous page
I pen felt drift
careful not to let my imagination's door
completely close
orange dragons come to the immediate, agile
and young mind
they are dancing in green tutus with wooden rings
shoved through their nose
sprouting purple wings to fly to glory
I am indeed, it would seem
a rather strange girl with electricity in her hair.....
( written Nov. 2, 1993 am)