What do you
need, on a day such as this?
Warm wind in
the hair, soft smells on the face
Everything
greening in self delight!
Toes in mud,
buried deep; eating live worms.
Being ten
again, every day and globs of goo
Adding to
the stain of tie-dye jeans.
Better than
a letter never sent, or a smile with sad eyes
An expectant
pleading with a hint of bright?
Oh what to
do when the weather turns fair...
Never again
to cry (cept out of fits of jolly joy)
Once again
to stumble into love, or out just as quickly;
Of soft
kisses stolen in the moonlight!
Let doom
twist and fall? We can laugh with him in the plummet
Grasp his
pinkey, then pull him up to play;
This is we,
the stupid pair in stories held – the ones who chase life!
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