Friday, June 15, 2012

Poppies and Lessons

Sometimes I get tired of it all
And I want to be whisked away
To some boat
Some lake
And the boat would be old
having a fascinating history
with a look of charming dishevelment
And the lake would be sheltered
With draping trees and haloed sunbeams
With signs of love songs sung long ago
And a rose reflecting like Shakespeare knows
I’d give you that look
You’d give me the look
And we’d sail away neath
The baking sun
Like two little kids
Little birds
In love
I’d kiss you fine
So remarkably
You’d buy the boat
Like gold
We’d hide it
Near poppies and
Lessons and run home
Love-sick and