As I Stand Today

Ode to the she-stranger, whom I never met

Yesterday, upon my knees

“Respiras,” my aura begged her

Then quietly and years ago, she-stranger did oblige

As if she wore my atoms, said for only me to hear

“You lucky, lucky girl´┐╝.”

Original Thought Credit: Marty McConnell’s “FRIDA KAHLO TO MARTY McCONNELL”


Some fine day
One lucky mate
While others clutch their pints
We’ll set a spell
Watch, then walk on by 
Into the green
Arm in arm
Click our heels 
There’s your magic