In June the Flying Carpet
visited a most unusual artist's studio
in Santa Fe
a topsy-turvy phantasmagoria...
of toy airplanes flying under Tinsel Heavens...
of memory mirrors
and feathers enfolded in gossamer...
of floating days of play...
of bizarre juxtapositions...
and mysterious moolah.
The Flying Carpet
rested in reverie...
Special thanks for a time of quiet
and Happy Bike Trails
to a Portlandette
