Epiphanie Mukasano

Inflated


the lingering clouds on
my mind were an iron so hot
it shrank me to a dot
but then a gust of wind sauntered in
and my whole being bounced
I hopped like a happy baboon
I became the full moon
swirling in a silver apron

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