_Tincture for a Fractured Soul_

Dust particles pirouette and leap to
plum  fairy choreography
The wasps flutter like butterflies outside
in the early autumal air.
Juxtaposed with clouds that seem hand-painted
The bright afternoon sun seeps in,
and I feel it on my skin
I capture the surreality of hte moment
and lock it in a pretty blue jar
it sits on a shelf labled:
Caution: Contents may  cause loss of touch
with reality.