Lil’ Red

They followed sly fox, through the cement surrounded trees.

Lil’ Red, keeping pace

With black bear,

Who’s ready to hibernate.


They see the sky-blue pink, poka~dotted, artistic walls

As they stroll along


Sucking the life,

From paint, into words

In ekphrastic forms.

Poets, the journeyman.


Into the woods they go,

To loose their minds

And find their souls.



Coffee, chocolate, stars

And the Unicorns.


©2016 Amanda Potter

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