Pretty Thinker

 

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

Clean