White flowers dusted
Far across the plains
Rolling grains violining
Where somehow the music
In the air sounds different than
Yesterdays birds
Less work more play casting
An umbrageous shadow
Knock if you will at the vortex
Of this epiphany of spider bites
Hard centered lust at the
Indefinite core of willingness
Never undermined by
Squandered love
A hot centered devotion
One less headache
Hard pinned to the grass
Remember the park tangled
Underneath a tree it’s really
Simple the breeze and esoteric
Conversation that pulls us both
In magnetically with no doubt
Words and questions your
Scent is one that I can sense
From yards away unmistakable
Thirst quenching beauty
© GÄ
Poétique 