Monthly Archives: September 2018
I Dream of Apples
I dream of your face behind an apple;
I wake to draw a pipe on your nose.
I paint a bowler hat on your head;
Why? Well, it looks good, I suppose.
I draw blue green birds made of leaves;
I leave pink pigs in suits at the park;
I make men out of cutout paper;
That is how I wish to leave my mark!
I am Magritte
and I dream of apples.