Grey to the Floor

Grey to the floor,
Fall arms full of polkadots.
Paper flowers hang
from their tented sky.
To the stars she will fly,
In the twinkle of his eye,
She will lie.
On pillows of secrets,
Sleep what feathers are for
Grey to the floor,
Dance lite toes on the
crumbling moon
To Homes and houses,
Blinking boxes of time.

Kristen Hatgi,
Somerville, MA