I twirl my cocktail umbrella
comforted by its serene shade;
turquoise eggs peel themselves
and leave their shavings in air tunnels.
I kick my sandals off
rocking back and forth
to the whispering woods
whose children tickle my coconut toe.
The good earth offers a flowing dress
and I accept as it is lightly fitted;
I can become a dreamy-eyed ballerina
when windless summer stirs
from harvested burgundy nap.
