Sheree Shatsky

A handstand takes a walk by the ocean.

Her shadow sneaks up and covers her eyes.

“Read your palms.”

The handstand wobbles. Balances. Concentrates.

Sees a cabbage roll off in the dark.

“Don’t go, cabbage! I’ll read your leaves!”

“Leaf me be! I’m in a bad state. Can’t you see?”

Her shadow whispers florida forever after. “Orange we glad we live here?”

A wild wave knocks their upside down world right side up. She tosses her shadow and beets it after the cabbage.

“Take me with you to Iowa …!”