Ruffled feathers
And floating
Through the air
Lost like a lonely
Snowflake
The milkweed seed
Brushes by me
Entering the
Antique store
Seeking relief
From the venomous
Pangs of summer
And tumbles
Rolly-polly
Into a singing bowl
Silently tickling
Its burnished
Belly with its
Soft quilted fingers
Intensely intoxicated
By the steely resolve
Of its terse
Perfect skin
"terse
ReplyDeletePerfect skin" is insanely perfect.