There was once a girl who painted
a boy's black and white dreams
with pink and yellow and the deepest blue
bursting from the beak of a beating
humming bird dancing on the horn
of a goat, who sleepwalked to hear
his snores echo through the laundry shoot.
The goat was a genius and what was the hum
ing bird but a dream to dance
through the suns rays on a mist filled mourning.
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