mini page

   I just want one lick

one bite, of his golden M  O O   N        RISE

   If he insists I do his laundry on Tuesdays

then I can defiantly find time in         between

peach picking and mowing

to read to the sweet birds my poetry

      leaving the windows  open

inviting all my bee friends

            as the morning turns afternoon

I watch the living room paint 

                                               dry.