My Head is Beating with Wishes

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My head is beating with wishes
said the great King Ginevra,
they are straight out of the costume dispenser,
where the clouds are made of Paris,
the day is made of swirling capes to wear on the cusp of morning,
 air is peppermint  basil to go  with a bite of  sunlight,
 blue mangoes and frozen kiwis,
so let’s sail around in the Caribbean, full of smiling fish,
 bring the owl  who ate too many toads and now is made of ribbits,
he smells like a knock- knock joke and sings with the rubberized cow.
 
King Ginevra goes to look for a painted mermaid hanging in the sky,
and roams the nighttime ocean,
  cawing birds follow him down the drowsy hole
and they float to the  Eiffel Tower without a single band-aid emergency.
He returns early in the morning, 
 drinking  banana tea with honey,
and eating a bacon muffin too.
 
Soon after breakfast, the great King Ginevra decides
that the theme for today is jungle.
 
Head still beating with wishes, he scoots on over
to ride the Q train to the popcorn zoo
or maybe to the moon.
 
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©2013 Wabi Sabi
 

Happy Father”s Day to all fathers (and mothers) who encourage their children to dream, wish and imagine!

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For Recuerda Mi Corazon ‘postcards from paradise’

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