What I Would Do
I would dance a prancing, painted
mare across a rainbow bridge,
as I swirled and twirled upon a silver saddle.
In an ebony pot of riches I would
dip my awestruck hands
letting golden clouds of wishes flutter free.
Through the swaying, waving tips of
early cattails in a marsh,
I would peer at hidden waterfowl unbidden.
In the sparkling opalescence
of the depthless pond I'd sink
wretched sorrow and the essence of love's pain.
On a glowing, chartreuse prairie in
the moist and misty morn,
softly ambling to the rambling chirps and twitters,
in a fit of contemplation
I would undiscover strife,
spreading peace throughout the nations of the world.
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