Descendants of mothers
Resolving the fathers we
Respect our origins
Equally bare
Windchimes on the
Porches of our minds we
Roam in blankets of
Prairies we play
Walking towards glistening
Both of us whistling or
All of us
What’s that sound on
Blue birds’ pursed lips
Smiling we dance
In return
Arrival soon soothes the
Pretty scratches
That life makes
Are they scars
Or are they
Just the way things are!
Conferred to dreaming
Song-like screaming
Wakefulness spares
Parted poetic descent
One hair this way
One hair that way
I’m curled up
Blown around by laughter
You can’t imagine the fun
We had the summer after
© GÄ
Poétique 