A Lemon Drop

A Lemon Drop

A sea of froth
swirled in a
bottomless cup that was
the sky.

The blue blanket
pulled the creamy white
clouds increasing in majesty.

A soft aroma stirred—
The sweet savory scent of
a lemon  drop—

Was it my imagination?

Rising from the cup—
steeped with a million and
more flavorful vapors

It rose.

The sky, the clouds ‘stopped’—
there was a silent moment as if
‘all’ creation paused to genuflect…

Night was around the corner,
but the moon promised to give light
in the beauty of darkness that
would carry its glow.

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