NiñaEstrella

I wonder if when the trees scrape the sky
and we go dancing barefoot on top of the ocean with our heads poking out of the atmosphere
and cereal becomes a swimming pool,
and life is flipped over on its head,

Sometimes, when I open my eyes 
Everything is foggy for a second
Like when the steam from hot chocolate wafts up and mists my glasses over and irons my nose with that hot air scent

It was the red of the petticoat that set off the necklace,
And the fact that it moved up and down with her breath on her neck.
Everything about her floated, but
It was the necklace.
Where did you get that?

I met an Irishman walking down the path yesterday;
It was by the river at sweet cool dawn.
My feet slipping in tourist shoes,
Trying not to catch the gravel under my toes.
His feet were wrapped up in brown leather boots