Soft skies
cotton yellow candy
Friendships never fail
Hugs linger like expensive perfume
Could we all have some?
This love, I mean
Places where all goes right
With eyes tight
Hooping and hopping are dance moves
Creating their own musical verse
Smiles abound
Lights camera action
Stars of our own movie
We dance
We love
We fun
We dream in this scene
No one interferes
No race
No hate
No Karens
No Chads
The po-po can watch if they wear
suit and tie as they take the day off
Love says, let them look but they have their own dreams (of which I hope to never be a part)
Catching the sun rays
My iris expands
Soaking it all up
I hope to carry this with me
As the alarm blares, sirens howl
Fire engines honk horns
And the reality of life
Startles me from my daring to stay
Present in my dreams.
Myla — 2021
