She liked to sit in the garden of hearts. Talk politics with ravens. Wear sepia.
Collect old bottles. Short, tall, short, tall, tall. Patterns within patterns.
She liked to float above forest of dreams. Thermals. Sepia sky.
She’s crazy but she’s magic. She’s magic but she’s crazy.
Sailing off in sepia sea. Sailing off in sepia sky.
I see her every third Thursday. I am crazy and she is magic.
Centrifugally spun for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Collage 5.