A Journey of Green and Blue Words for Sister in Me

I see a peahen in a bevy of cocks.  She has her mercurial way, and may not be seen today.  A dance is displayed and I begin to feel a heartbeat in my pen.  A natural quill comes to be.  There is something so right about this scene, and not right at the same time.  It is the reproduction of reality that we crave.  The brilliant colors of the males' tale feathers that brings about many an epiphany.  I am rocked by the flavors of a cherry tootsie pop in my mind's eye.  These scenes seem to be linked by LSD, not Ecstasy.  Time is transparent, and birds soon fly away even if it is in a wind we cannot see.  A memory is a documentary for most, but for me, it is poetry.