How unreasonable, unrealistic
the dreams of a child
a foolish girl
dreaming of dancing
dancing on Jupiter
twirling on turbulent tapestry
storms scatter like pearls
with each foot print
leaving evidence of her passing
skies filled with tumultuous winds
swirling wildly
clothed in clouds
a rich dress striped red
and brown and yellow and white
her days are short
her years are long
her dance inevitably ends
as she would vaporizes
unable to withstand
that extreme and volatile place
only an asinine child
dreams up these things
impossibility, eventually,
saving me again.
Judith A. Sears
©09/23/2018
Eh what can I say it’s Jupiter, that huge, gorgeous ball of gas.
I never understood why it is called a planet.
It’s more like an un-ignited sun.
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