from their cages, manes,
sinewy flanks charging out of rainbows.
Polly arrived at "Heavenly View's" marbled reception
and the white-gowned girl took down her details:
Her address and number.
"...brought any luggage?" enquired the smiling angel.
"The heady cup of love is filled with laughter..."
(Drink while you may. There'll come a 'morning-after)
"She's beautiful - such eyes and hips so trim.."
('til her arthritis comes and eyes grow dim.)
Sometimes...when my life has space,
my mind traces a faint voice, singing from distant horizons.
Snatches of light gurgling laughter or a bird?
Light notes, drifting from promised memories