Sunday, May 4, 2014
scattered
like maple leaves
on concrete streets
wet with spring's intentions
growth, green
all of me
a faux beaver cap
and train whistle
smiling
like
a persuasive summer
framed by the green bench
where families wait
for the black metal beast
spewing and churning and chugging
toward my daughter's
great round, green eyes.
sheltering giants
sway
singing old songs
i hum along
spinning edges
to delight
softening the world
wide little arms
waving
an ecstatic receiving
delicious world!
The browns and grays and greens!
Blue skies, birds, and song
the touch of momma, redwoods,
and butterflies!
and the taste of living!
I swallow the dark clouds away
and dance in the light
with my little laughing partner
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