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| Passage To Summerland 17 X 15 Watercolor on Paper by Melanie Lee |
Passage To Summerland
Our guide was a Trickster
who always smelled skanky
we held our hanky
discreet to nose
hoping fair winds
would deliver us gladly
from armpits gone badly.
Asses in gear sweeties!
Trickster yelled with abandon
Sashay up that hill,
sidle over those humps.
I see ya, I gotcha
now don't be a goose
just look out for the bumps.
just look out for the bumps.
Darkling lowlands now behind,
ascent ground on blind
through smokey webs and blackened barbed wire.
Came a lonely blue valley with dusty red fire
hosanna, we fell on our knees in surrender
to a large happy lemon
oozing hope from a blender.
Noon blazed high
when the end burst in sight,
resurrection stood by
Trickster shone in the light.
Fresh shirt, sweet pits
cleaned up right smart as
lilacs from heaven bloomed out his heart.
he said with a wink
I know what you think
but I'm merely a link.
That yellow? That mirth?
Pay homage to Summerland,
you're now guests on earth.
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