Friday, November 13, 2009

we ate all the stars

Sweet Monday breeze
see the strawberry peddler
bouncing over the hill
with his checkered trousers
and brown leather shoes
you count the rocks
by the secret
little creek
you are tempted
to float away
melt into
the sweet summer day
on the cool clear water
it pitter patt's against
your muddy toes
so you jump
rushing water
all a dream