of butterflies and bees
of tiger tails and roaring beasts
hidden between the trees
of swaying skirts and dancing feet
of hidden lazy laughing smiles
of umbrellas walking down the street
and roads that go for miles
of foods eaten in far off lands
of boats and trains and people
of cheap motels and one night stands
sparrows in a churches steeple
of whispers in the morning light
of stones dropped into water
of rainfall on a sunny day
a pale and red haired daughter
of friends that kiss and loves that die
of windy days spent sailing
of being alone in a room of books
and sliding down stair railings
of wishes made on fallen stars
of blue days and plain white dresses
of sleeping in a rail way car
cleaning up spilled messes
of loving for a moment
and living in it too
of running on soft silky sand
of knowing what is true
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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