A white heron is my taxi,
my coat made of feathers
blends in with the ride.
Flying over the bridge
made of soft green grass
I hear a piano playing a tune.
From post office below me
posted envelopes float,
they quietly land in a bin.
The wedding took place at the Harbor Hotel,
chocolate mulch covered Union Square
while birds sang an aria from La Traviata.
Yesterday, sprinkled with fairy dust
a color xerox of Sadie and Jim appeared
in The New York Times.
I love this! Is it a dream…a sleeping dream or a waking one?
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Carla, thanks for poetry. It fills me with lightness. Alex
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Lovely. A wedding dream come true.
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Lovely poem – hope it was a lovely wedding!
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Poetry in words, photo and drawing. Wonderful, Carla!
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How delicious, Carla! You’ve made me smile and my imagination soar with the white heron.
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Beautiful combination, Carla.
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Great pic! 🙂
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