Do I Imagine? Poem by M. A Heathcote

Do I Imagine?

Is it me, or do I imagine?
There's a living dance - sure I hear
A string of guitars and castanets
And ants are coupling to do the fandango.
Just as not to let go of some bright treasure
The colour of a jade fat caterpillar
Is it me, or do those spider webs
capture the light, the dew,
The souls of something unseen
To the likes of me and you?

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