By Cosette Date: 31 July 1999
not just a prism of color that i saw behind a misty vision where we were meandering over prairie roads with a curve of motley spectacle that kept us hovered to a pot of gifts filled with rings and satin sheets and silver boxes and smiling friends when you slide over a rainbow my cherub beau in dancing print behind a clutter of post-its stucked on my screen or was it my glucoma striking again? for sinneD