i was high at disneyland

i was high at disneyland





maybe
it was the kids, 
all decked-out from shoes to lids.
or the dads
or
the rides
that did us in.

or
the afterglow 
after
we spin
through adventures
of
pirates and jinns.

i 
was high at disneyland
from
holding your hand,
remembering a man,
who knew
dreams were the only plans
worth
signing up for.



sjw 04/12/17 inspired at this very moment in time by my rico and our magic kingdom.






from the 'beauty series' of poems