my imagination's salvation
is found on the waves of shore
and in buttercups shadowed yellow.

bees that buzz and the sun to scent,
like perfume on a red rose
beckoning my nose.

the old man in the moon
winks at dolphins gleaning
plankton and a sailboat glides on by.

driving turtle chariots around
a thimble coliseum in my purple
tweed hat and white scarf.

surfing navel lint to
throw to the wind for the world
to behold because, I have

salvation,
found in the realms of
my imagination.

good for you.

A good read. My favorite part:

driving turtle chariots around
a thimble coliseum in my purple
tweed hat and white scarf

Les

Thank you Les and Peter