Drunk on sea breezes
I brush stroke my hallucinations
across a virgin canvas.
There are no streets,
no crust throated complainers,
no dreamers without vision.
A willing target of my muse’s arrow
I feel the blood letting of imagination
spill from my hand in rainbow colors.
Optimism stares back at me
bold eyed, scarred, unconquered.
My Elpis freed from Pandora’s Box.
©Susie Clevenger 2016