• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 04


She is happy
morning has greeted her
with good news, or her sleep
was halcyon. Fresh as dewdrop
she does head stand as, practised
in school, during gymnastics.
Maybe its her her martial art
expression of pristine happiness.
Colours melt her, touch her;
she knows that bland settings
should otherwise be metamorphosed
into living expression.