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.