Joy Chair Moon

I decided to play

A little game

With seeds from

The plantain

I toss them in

To begin

A journey of what

Held within

And there she was

Hair in a truss

Jumping with glee

To see us.

Or is her hair

Long and fair

And aligned into

The pose of Chair? 

And seeming tho

To be a float

O’er dark crescent 

Hanging low