Ironing Spirits

hints and tints of
browns and greens float
in and out of
my subconsciousness
as I recover
from surgery and
decide which color
to use when painting
my next masterpiece;
feathers gather in front
of my life like
some ancient ceremony
for a dead spirit
being lifted up...
but, how disengaged
I have become,
putting more wrinkles
into my imagination
that will need
water and ironing.

27Jun14