© Madelaine Nerson Mac Namara, 2015,
Summer days
we explored eyelashes territory
blinked butterflies
tickled the sun
with peacocks' tails.
Newly hatched dragonflies
we flitted angular trajectories
hunting for the rainbow's cocoon
consoled ourselves combing
the feathers on its wings.
As if even holidays needed
taking a break from.
As if the world was ready
and happy to play
our games by our rules.
We'd make it disappear
and re-appear at will.
But in the end always
we opened our eyes for good
at least till we slept or woke on a grey day.
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