TITLE: Gypsy Fall
By bo Jennings
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Weave in and out skip two colors of dreams
Raise the level of forest green
now circle around the lights magic stream.
Yellows and oranges
Parfet and red
perfect strands of marbled threads
Dashing there yonder
up over Mars
bringing back a handful Stars
Wild horses charge
Black stallions at night
Taming the dragon with beacons of light
Casting them into fortune and fame
Causing the wind
Making it bend.
Poem for my mother, Babe, who was my weaver of dreams.
By Bonnie Jennings August 2014
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