VERSE • astral center • 2004.09.28
there'll be six petunia blankets when she comes
laughing little children haveing fun,
running wild circles in the sun
they lay and laugh in daisy glades
just skipping down a bee loud lane
their wind, hair,
singing free without a care.
rolling down a knoll in fuzzy pants
bathing in the light of pure romance.
not a one to hide from,
not a place to run.
beginning, thinning, spinning,