Flicker

A fire dances 
where leaf shadows undulate 
eggshell paint; 
The shadows are where they hide 
and I
exhale a sky.
I’ve become a giant at last 
sunken into sod.

Could it be?
Your fingerprint 
is a roller rink 
for fairies the size of 
your eyelash?

Only you know the truth— 
it hits you like a splash;
So you take off your sunglasses 
like the Graduate 
and put them back on
like Gatsby
waiting to be shot by the pool.

Send help 
in the form of cold watermelon 
to quench my unquenchable thirst. 

Thanks for reading my cryptic thoughts. I promise I’m publishing my book soon 😅