Ambassador MoonBunny

Poetry by Cid Galicia

I saw her at the abandoned naval base in New Orleans,
Shimmering, conflicted, evaporating away
Hopeful as a dandelion, tectonic, internals colliding,
Titania at a picnic, her fairies admiring
The calm surrounding her like the petals on a poppy;
Or else I saw her at The Goat, that goth club on Saint Bernard
Dancing and dancing what the music was saying
Because…